This session was rough. I couldn't believe how sore I was when he finally let me go. The last time my Master had me in his grip, I left tired and weak, weary from all the orgasms he made me have. I've never begged for so much cock before. This time I couldn't scream at all. If his dick was in my mouth, it was deep down my throat. If he was pounding my pussy in, he would pop the ball gag in my mouth or stretch my mouth open with his hands. That was my favorite part. All I could really do is endure it all and enjoy. My arms were tied behind my back, my legs trembling from being kept in his lair all night, waiting for him to use me. He took me from behind, making me take it like a bitch in heat. He'd slam me on the ground and threw me into whatever position he wanted. I loved when he made me sit on his cock, taking every inch down to his balls, and ride him like the stud he is. He kept plunging his dick into me further, spit oozing from my mouth, cream dripping from my pussy. I love it when he does this to me. Why? This isn't normal. Is it? Honestly, I don't even question it when he cums on my face. Maybe that's why I love it so much