you lowly worm, look at yourself! What are you?
No name, no authorization, just my word?
You crawl on all fours, ass up, mouth open, waiting for the next protein shot.
You're an ass whore, you fuck the bums behind the train station because I want it that way, because my word is your command, because they too need some distraction from their dreary lives.
No pity, just the stench of your stretched and used asshole full of cum while the next customer is already coming inside you.
Like the filth you are, short, hard, and even hornier. You always need more, you worthless hard cash whore, and woe betide you if you come. You may tremble with horniness, but only because I allow you to exist. Then you go back to the streets, your dirty mouth full of cum, your ass wide open, and ask for the next one. A NO is not an option, and when you sneak home to the married whore in the evening, you're drooling and with your asshole fucked to pieces, but satisfied and content. Because you know you belong to me, and I want you as my bimbo hard cash whore for the rest of your miserable life.
Today is another extremely hot rubber day, and I haven't even shown off my wonderful new mask yet, which I've owned for a year now. Shame on me for ignoring this awesome blowjob thing,
when blowjobs are one of my pleasures. Unfortunately, my husband's cock is too sensitive for this good and very effective piece of horny equipment. Well, we'll see, maybe your cock is fit enough.
Who do we have here? Are you sitting comfortably in your cybertech chair, you little pervert?
Pulled the interface deep into your face just to see me? Your deepest wet dream? Well, let's make it come true. I'll make your cock squirt with
all my rubberized stimulation. My tongue knows exactly what you need, and my big rubberized breasts won't take your eyes off you.
Ah! Isn't cyberspace great?