Got a cold? Don't worry, the rubber leader knows what to do. A strict urine scent inhalation will bring the slave's lungs back into top shape, just like his pathetic cock. Quickly, piss into the inhaler and firmly clamped to the back, let's go. Piss for the lungs, spiky blows with the paddle for the horny, fat balls, and lots of sadistic pleasures from the rubber-horny goddess who visibly enjoys the treatment. What a happy, rubber-horny pig's life this rubber pig has.
After a strenuous day, it's time to put the naughty rubber pig in the rubber cage. Beautifully fixed in latex, the gas mask is put on, and the piss bottle is screwed on. For some nice rubber-horny urine therapy in the rubber cell. The night will be hot. Very hot, and the piss therapy will turn the exhausted slave pig into a wild rubber sow again the next morning. The tail up, the mouth wide open, and a new day of drilling will begin. dream well, you dirty little sow.
Well, is your rim itching? You've come to the right place with the doctor. Now we're going to do hemorrhoid exercises for an hour or more. Stick the thermometer into your itchy asshole, but wait, that's too thin. You need something really provocative, something to destroy your rosettes. Cold, hard, and burning, I'll ram my thick rod into your stinky hole. Exclusive examination in the brown room by the senior physician herself. And while you lie there twitching and gasping in front of me, getting fucked deep until your ass glows like a burning candle at night. This is the first aid you need with a health insurance card, you statutory health insurance patient.
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.