As punishment for being late to the filming day, this fuckmeat gets what's coming to him. He deserves no warm up, no gesture of kindness - his mouth is immediately violated by Fetish Liza's waiting cock and I hold the back of his head still to ensure he can't stop it. The sounds of him struggling and gagging confirms we're taking the only just course of action. ""Get that cock in your mouth!"" I let him up for some much needed air, only to pound him with my own cock. I hold on to his head hard as his mouth is harshly rammed. After taking my turn, we use our cocks to slap his exhausted face. You can see his humiliated expression even through the mask. There's no such thing as gentle and romantic with us - just cold, hard face fucking. We hold his head still until he's retching. The only thing better than ramming one cock down his gullet is ramming two of them. He's visibly desperate for us to stop. "Aren't you my slut?" "Yes Mistress" "Good boy"