Want to film me sucking his cock

He tapped the camera lens with one gnarled finger, his expression a mix of amusement and hunger. "Oh, I do," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I want to capture every moment of you serving me like the eager sissy slut you are. You're a strong woman in that Cammy costume. But you're really just a little bitch here, aren't you?"

With a tremble in my voice, I nodded. The reality of what I was about to do hit me hard, but the thrill was undeniable. This was what I had signed up for, what I had craved deep down. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his cock, and took it into my mouth. The taste was salty and musky, a stark contrast to the plastic of the dildo I had just been using.

The old man's hand tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper. His grip tightened with each bob of my head, his moans growing louder and more erratic. The camera clicked away, capturing every moment of my degradation, and the thought of it being uploaded for the world to see had me fighting back a mix of fear and exhilaration.

His cock was thick and demanding, pushing past the limits of my mouth. I choked and gagged, but I didn't dare pull away. The taste of his precum coated my tongue as I worked harder, eager to show him how much of a good little sissy I could be. He tapped the side of the camera, reminding me that every slurp and gag was being recorded.

My eyes watered, but I kept going, feeling the warmth of his hand as it tightened in my hair. The old man's hips began to thrust in time with my movements, pushing his cock even deeper down my throat. The chains around my neck and wrists dug into my skin, a constant reminder of my servitude.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice strained with pleasure as he felt my throat tighten around his shaft. I nodded again, unable to form words as I continued to worship his cock with my mouth. The taste of him grew stronger, and I could feel his excitement building with each stroke of my tongue.

The green costume and blonde wig felt like a second skin now, a symbol of the transformation that had taken place before his very eyes. The old man's cock grew more rigid with each hungry suck, his grip on my hair tightening as he pushed deeper into my mouth. The taste of his manhood filled me, a strange mix of fear and pleasure that was intoxicating. The camera's red light blinked, a silent witness to my descent.

He chuckled darkly at my eagerness, his hand moving from the camera to the base of his cock, stroking himself in a slow, taunting rhythm. "Open wide," he instructed, his eyes gleaming with a malicious delight that sent shivers down my spine.

Obeying without a word, I parted my lips and took him in even deeper, feeling the softness of his skin against the roughness of my teeth. The old man groaned, his hand tightening in my hair as he guided me up and down his length. The smell of his arousal was pungent in the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and leather. Each time he hit the back of my throat, I gagged, but I didn't dare pull away. This is the place where I got myself into. A free costume comes with a hefty soon to be yummy surprise.

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