"You're going to take my plastic cock and love it."

The dildo press against his lips. Her eyes bore into his, demanding submission. John felt the weight of the strap-on against his cheek, the cold plastic sending a shiver down his spine. The bouncer's hand gripped the base, her fingers digging into his hair. "Open up," she ordered, her voice a seductive growl.

John's mouth opened reluctantly, and she slid the dildo inside. He tasted the faint scent of latex and lube, and his stomach churned. The room spun around him as she began to thrust the toy in and out of his mouth, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust was a silent taunt, a reminder of his vulnerability. His eyes watered, and he struggled not to gag.

The bouncer leaned back, watching him with a sadistic smile. "Good boy," she purred, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. "You take dick so well."

John only could leer at the strong woman body. Her veins that snakes around her biceps as she pushes the strap-on in his mouth, her abs flexing with every thrust. He felt his own cock stirring in his boxers despite the fear, his body betraying him in this depraved place. He tries to fight his arousal, but it's a losing battle.

Her foot playfully kick his pants away from his ankles, leaving him completely exposed. John's cock was hard, trapped in his boxers, and it throbbed with each heartbeat. He felt a mix of humiliation and arousal as the bouncer's eyes raked over his body, a smirk playing on her lips.

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