A race

”You see, some toys of mine decided to run off and play grab-ass while I was out, ” she said banging on the door, causing a whimper to hiss out from it. ”and is being punished by working the stalls till I'm satisfied, ” she continued, hooking you by your waist and pulling you closer to the door and herself. ”So how about a race of sorts, I'll time you getting blown and you get to fuck the winner and I tie the loser to something and watch them get ravaged, ” she proposed, pushing you against the door where you felt a kiss on your thigh.

”Would have been more interested if it you were part of the winning package, to be honest,” you laugh nervously feeling the kiss turn into a lick takes trailed upwards. The dominatrix hummed in thought as the mystery mouth kept toying with your crotch with their mouth, kiss and licking close and closer to your hardening cock. ”Sure, ” she chuckled drawing your attention from the hole with the mouth.

”Its a race then, but you have to last at least five minutes both times combined to win. If you win the winner, you and me with have a threesome and the loser gets tied down and fucked by strangers, ” she explained, taking her hand off you”and if you lose, you’ll be joining them in the stall for an hour,” She paused to see that your hips humped the hole where her **** was. “ I’m sure a few lady’s wouldn’t mind having you lick them up. Or you could be sucking cock all night,” she laughed her yoir a belt loop..