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New clip up: grey joggers on, two sponge cakes under my feet getting crushed slow and messy. Cream dripping over my toes, full close-ups, full ruin. If you’re into foot play, crushing, or creamy chaos, this one delivers. Unlock and watch me make a proper mess.

New clip up: grey joggers on, two sponge cakes under my feet getting crushed slow and messy. Cream dripping over my toes, full close-ups, full ruin. If you’re into foot play, crushing, or creamy chaos, this one delivers. Unlock and watch me make a proper mess.

Cum lick my sweat

Come worship at the altar of total submission, pet. 💉🖤 Picture this: I’m locked inside skin-tight black Dainese motorcycle rubber from neck to toe, every curve sealed in thick, glossy latex that creaks when I breathe. The studio lights are low and red, chains dangling from the ceiling, the air thick with leather and lube. I’m standing tall, but only because Master bolted me there. My wrists are cuffed behind my back, roped tight to a steel pole that runs down my spine; there’s no escape, no leaning, no mercy. I’m a helpless rubber statue, offered up for use. Master circles me slow, teasing the bulge straining against my suit. He unzips just enough to pull my aching cock out, stroking me mercilessly, keeping me right on the edge while he growls filthy things in my ear “You’re going to take this down your throat like the greedy fucktoy you are.” Then he picks up the thick, veiny dildo, shiny with lube, and presses the head against my lips. I open wide on command. He doesn’t ease it in… he fucks my throat with it, slow and deep at first, then harder, faster, making me gag and drool rivers of spit down my chin and onto the rubber chest of my suit. Every thrust makes my bound body jerk against the pole, cock throbbing in his other hand as he edges me without pity. You can practically hear the wet sounds, see the latex stretching over my trembling muscles, watch my eyes water while I choke for him like a good boy.