He carried her into the den, enjoying the idea of his dominance on display.
“Your next cumms will be in here.” He intoned.
She whimpered, held him closer and planted her wet lips on his forehead.
“You’re not even thinking anymore. You can’t even talk, can you?”
She moaned and arched, taking him slightly deeper, rubbing that primal need for fullness, pleasure and submission to the bigger animal.
Cameras had already shown every nuance of their encounter in Video Mansion Number 30. Her fans were watching her get slowly taken apart. His fans noted his haggard appearence after so many peaks and wondered if he’d be able to put her away. Still, he was absolutely dominating her for the majority of this encounter. There had to be a breaking point.






