Now you see stars!

You nearly cum from this invasion…

… but then Linda doesn’t bother to make any more moves.

She just stands behind you with her black strap-on in your pussy.

“I won’t touch you with my hands, whore. So if you wanna get fucked, you should do it on your own”.

Fuck yourself? Well, that’s not the worst a whore like you could do.

You slowly move your hips forward, extracting the rubber member from your fucking drowning pussy… and then move yourself back, impaling your hole on the strap-on again. Fuuuck! You dreamed about it the whole day!

“Faster, whore! I don’t have all night!”

You are the **** to her words.

Your moves become faster, the strap-on goes in and out with a wet smacking.

Your knees tremble, but you know you must do it. Faster! Faster! Fuck yourself, whore! Fuck yourself!

The whole day runs before your eyes. Pantyhoses, women, men, whips, dicks, and cum, cum, cum!!

MMMMMMMMPHHHH!!!!

You cry into your pantyhose gag and just fall on the bench.

Several minutes pass in a blissful semiconsciousness. And then Linda’s voice wakes you up.

“Shit, I’ll have to replace this bench… Get up, whore! It’s time to get rid of you”

Get rid of? She means - set you free?

But well, yes, the whores aren’t setting free. They are getting rid of.

Though, any way you call it - some part of you is happy that it ended and wants a good shower.