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Missy Van Licks - Submit to me - Part 3

Missy Van Licks - Submit to me - Part 3 / Toilet Slavery

Missy Van Licks - Submit to me - Part 3
Missy Van Licks - Submit to me - Part 3
Missy Van Licks - Submit to me - Part 3

Missy Van Licks - Submit to me - Part 3

Missy Van Licks slowly sauntered into the room, her hips swaying to an unheard beat. She was dressed in a tight black latex catsuit that hugged her curves like a second skin. In her hand, she held a long, black leash with a silver collar attached. "Lie back and spread your legs," she commanded, her voice a soft purr. Obediently, you did as you were told, feeling an odd mix of both fear and anticipation. Missy knelt down between your legs, running the cool metal of the collar against your skin. You shivered as she fastened it around your neck, the clasp clicking shut with a satisfying finality. With a flick of her wrist, the leash tautened, pulling you up to your knees and forcing you to look into her eyes. She smiled, a predatory grin that sent shivers down your spine. "Now, let's see how well you can please your mistress," she purred, her fingers trailing down the front of her catsuit. In a flash, she was straddling your face, her moist pussy hovering just above your mouth. You couldn't help but breathe in her intoxicating scent as you began to lap at her folds, tasting her sweet nectar. She moaned, the sound vibrating against your skin. "That's it, you pathetic little man," she hissed, her hand deftly undoing your pants. "Time to prove your worth." She lowered herself onto your cock, taking it all in one swift movement. You cried out in pain, but she didn't care. She began to ride you hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. You reached up to grab her hips, but she slapped your hands away. "You don't touch me unless I say so," she growled, her eyes flashing with anger. You whimpered, submitting to her will. This was her game: sadism and empathy intertwined in a dance of power and pleasure. And you were just a pawn in her twisted game. As she rode you, she reached down and grabbed your cock in her hand, stroking it in time with her hips. You felt your orgasm building inside you, but you knew it wasn't your time yet. "Cum for me," she commanded, her voice low and threatening. And you did. You cried out as your seed shot up inside her, feeling her walls pulse around you in ecstasy. She leaned forward, her body shaking with the force of her own climax. With a final thrust, she bit down on your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. You cried out in pain, but she didn't care. This was her world, and you were just her plaything. "Now," she said, pulling away from you with a satisfied smile. "Let's see what kind of toilet slave you'll make." She stood up, her body glistening with sweat and your cum. She reached down and grabbed your leash, pulling you to your feet. You stumbled after her, your legs still weak from the onslaught of emotions. As she led you out of the room, you couldn't help but wonder what horrors she had in store for you next. The thought both terrified and aroused you, and you knew there was no escape from her twisted game.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 6min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 16384 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 704MB

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