Train my ass Miss Dia, Plllllease!

Dean Strong begged me for weeks to let him crawl back into The Armory. He whined that his cock was useless and wanted his ass cleaned out and stretched instead. I strapped him into a chastity belt so the worthless thing stayed out of sight. The smallest plug slipped right out of his loose hole the second I turned away, so I filled him with warm water and drained him again and again until the stream ran clear. Still he couldn’t keep anything inside. I smacked his cheeks with a paddle until they glowed, clipped weights to the base of the plug, and watched it drop to the floor with a wet clatter. Fed up, I flipped him onto his shoulders, head down, ass high in the air. The strap-on I buckled around my waist had a short plug for me and a thick dildo for him. Every time my cunt squeezed around the plug, the other end drove deeper into his greedy hole. Dean moaned like the bitch he is, taking every inch while I rode the rhythm until he was stretched wide and dripping.