You, standing there in front of me, wearing that latex suit - God, you're irresistible! Yes, a natural slut, just waiting to be taken advantage of by your perverse Master. And I intend to do just that.
You can't stop thinking about it, can you? How your mouth watered at the thought of tasting my seed and swallowing my cum. Deep down, you knew it was wrong, yet the idea of being my perverse little gummi toy only turned you on more.
With a smirk, I approached you, ready to push my will upon you. "You're such a dirty fucking slut," I said, my voice dripping with disgust and contempt. "But why not take advantage of that?"
I grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your head back, exposing that pretty little gummi mouth. "You're going to love this," I purred, pushing my cock against your lips.
You opened your mouth, greedy for it, and I thrust my hips forward, feeling your hot little mouth sucking me deep inside. Oh God, yes! You were born to be my perverse little gummi slave.
I pulled out abruptly, causing you to gag and your eyes to water. "That's right, you dirty fuck," I said, spitting on the ground next to you. "You'll take it all, won't you?"
You nodded eagerly, unable to contain the lust that had taken over your body. "Yes, Sir," you moaned.
I smiled darkly and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back hard. "Open up, you little fucktoy," I growled, thrusting back inside. And when I say all, I mean ALL.
I felt you gagging and choking on my seed and cum as I pistoned into your throat time and again. It was exhilarating, knowing that I had complete control over this helpless little gummi slave.
As we stood there, our rhythm slowing down, I couldn't help but imagine you as my personal fucktoy – me and my friends taking turns to use your insatiable little gummi mouth as we pleased. You liked it, didn't you? The thought of it turning you on even more.
And then, just as suddenly, it was over. I withdrew, leaving you gasping for breath. "That was fun," I said nonchalantly, zipping up my fly.
You looked up at me, your eyes filled with lust and submission. "Yes, Sir," you whispered, already anticipating the next time we would meet. "I can't wait to serve you again, my Lord."
