“You better hold onto that cross for dear life, slave”
Chained against a cold St Andrews cross, my slave patiently awaits his brutal treatment from my mistress cock. Eventually I emerge from the shadows, ready to impale; his willing hole entirely at my disposal. I circle my property, taunting him about what it will take to please me. I spit into his mouth, ensuring he thanks me instantly.
There is no need for a warm up, I lube up and take my anal slut balls deep on the very first thrust. An onslaught of deep penetration follows, I take great delight in fucking my slave fast and close, my tight red latex pressed against his ass, my cock buried between his cheeks. There is no escape as I pull back his head with the leash attached to his collar, making him beg for a harder fucking.
I drag my property from the cross to the cage, bending him over and fucking his hole harder. As I pin his body down I ensure he has no choice in the treatment that he is given. His struggling only spurs me on, his hole entirely mine for the taking …