Traitement de chiot drone en caoutchouc
Goddess had plans for the night, and they began the moment the earbuds settled in. Her voice poured through them, low and honeyed and relentless, dissolving the part of you that could refuse it. Thoughts loosened, then slipped. By the time she rolled you onto your back, you were already half-gone, soft-eyed and pliant under her hands.
The thicker leather harness cinched around your chest as she pinned your arms to your sides. Your hands disappeared into the silicone puppy paws until your fingers were useless little nubs. She locked your ankles into the spreader, keeping your legs wide so your pussy stayed bare and helpless between them. Silicone sealed over your head, the gag sliding deep and filling your mouth perfectly. You were already her rubber puppy—cute, bound, and empty of anything that wasn’t her.
Goddess wrapped her hand around your cock and stroked it slow, using you like her personal toy. You moaned into the gag, little wruffs breaking through as the fucking machine slid inside your exposed pussy and began to pump. It fucked you open in long, relentless strokes while she kept working your cock, every thrust shoving you deeper into that blank, slutty haze.
You lost track of how long she kept you there—hooded, pawed, spread, and dripping—while the machine stretched your pussy wider, training it for later, when she’d fill you herself with her cock. All you could do was take it, wruffing and moaning like her good rubber puppy drone, mind gone, body hers.