Any time Martin has me face down and spread, I know some bad things are about to happen… like the one bar prison pushing me open and buried deep. Just laying on the table with my ass up and my legs spread puts me in a mood and sets the tone for a slutty encounter.
At this point, my elbows and ponytail are anchored to the ceiling and that momentary break where Martin steps back to figure his next move adds to the anticipation. While I’m marinating in my suffering, he comes back, slides the dildo in between my legs and locks the spreader in place. Making me feel the cock in all it’s glory, he leaves me there for a little bit before returning with the wand. Overwhelmed with discomfort and pleasure, I start cumming just as he finishes mounting the wand to my clit.
