Strap-on or real?

“What the hell is that?” you squeal. She rolled her eyes. “It’s called a strap-on and it’s both a vibrating and covered in red licorice lube; so that you can suck it easier! Now suck!” “I…I can’t! Can’t I just suck your pussy instead?” “Oh you absolutely will be doing that to my clit, don’t you worry about that! But for now, you suck on this….then it’s going inside your ass! If you ever want to be a man ever again, hurry up!”

It should have awful, PTSD inducing horror. Instead you are howling like a banshee as she pumps the strap-on inside your wide rear. “SAY IT!!!! SAY YOU LOVE THIS!” she roared as she clicked abutton. You feel it roll and spin inside you and your scream. “I’M A SLUT !!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME HARD!!!! PUMP MY SLUTTY, CHEATING ASS UNLESS IT TEARS!!! I LOVE BEING POUNDED IN MY BUM!!! HARDER!!! HARDER!!!!!” She dutily obliges as you quickly began to experience your first vaginal squirt. Your second climax is swiftly followed by your third orgasm and your fourth release. Pleasure and endorphins roll in like crescent waves as more and more being flooding your brain. She doesn’t stop exploring the various crevices of your adult star buttocks as your loss of liquid finally results in unconsciousness.