Time Out With Maitresse Madeline Marlowe

Long lost slaveboy DJ crawls back to my dungeon, begging for another chance. I don’t turn my head. His past devotion was barely worth my time, so I make sure he remembers it. I wave my soft blonde bush under his nose, then lash him raw for thinking he earned the sight of it. He watches while I shove my whole fist into my gimp’s hole, twisting deep until the gimp’s cock spits without a single stroke. That’s devotion. I buckle on the big black cock and drive every inch up DJ’s ass, then shove it down his throat until he gags. Blindfold on. I edge his dick with my lips—fast, then slow—until he’s shaking. Somebody’s tongue dives between his cheeks, wet and greedy, and I keep him right on the edge until he explodes. Blindfold off. He sees my gimp’s wet mouth still buried between his legs. Welcome back, DJ. I sure missed you.