On Leash

There was something about D-Train and Valentina fucking that got Consuela going, Douglas had long since concluded. That was why he'd spent the night with a dog collar cinched tightly around his throat, looking up at his older mistress used the strapon on him, long and fat and black, just like D-Train's cock.

She tugged the leash every couple of minutes to restrict Douglas's airflow, making his breaths shallow, making him feel even headier as the unyielding plastic rubbed against his prostrate. And she made him cum three times before she finally yielded, both of them coated in sweat, him coated in his own cum and her pussy filled to the brim with D-Train's seed.