Inhale that femdom ass!

Slave Fluffy gets passed around, mouth to ass, and tonight Miss Torn makes sure he knows it. He is strapped down tight, arms wrenched, ass up. Canes crack against his skin in sharp stripes. When the welts bloom, she replaces the cane with a thick strap-on, pounding him open until his breath stutters and his hole flutters. A fuck machine locks in next, relentless metal sliding deep, stretching him wider each thrust, while she sneers every filthy name she can think of. Cherry takes her seat last. Fluffy’s head is locked inside a small box, face up, so Cherry can settle her full, round ass right over his mouth. She grinds slow, then faster, rubbing her wet cunt and sweaty crack across his tongue. Every time she comes she shoves down harder, making him lap up the mess until the taste coats his throat. Between orgasms she lights a cigarette and flicks ash straight onto his tongue, spits on him when she feels like it, then finally stuffs a whole raw onion between his teeth to gag him. His cock and balls swing weighted with heavy clips while the machine keeps hammering away and the women leave him like that—used, aching, forgotten.