Forced exhibitionism auto-fellatio and FCE, foie de gras style.
I find consensual forced exhibitionism VERY hot in all forms of sex, phone or otherwise. This forced exhibitionism situation definitely wasn’t consensual, but I enjoyed it anyway — probably because Blair and I administered some much-needed “vigilante justice.”
Before Kevin could scream no or beg me not to record his lesson/tutorial, Blair stuffed a ball gag into his (otherwise WAY too loud) mouth. Wow, what an improvement THAT made to enduring his presence!!
Blair started jerking him off ruthlessly. His cock was already hard in spite of himself, of course. The sneer on her usually sweet face made met wet . . . and made her ex cower. He was totally shocked by this deranged slut “Dr. Hyde” side of her (which made me even wetter) . . .
I stepped closer, pushing his legs down with equal contempt and a matching sneer.
“You wanna treat Blair like she’s a mindless whore, who’s only good for sucking your disgusting cock?” I taunted, looming above him with pure disdain. “We’re just enforcing The Golden Rule. Be grateful, mother fucker!!”
Blair punctuated my icy words by hocking a giant, phlegmy loogie in his (oh-so ugly) face.
There’s nothing quite as satisfying as looking into the eyes of a terrified man.
In the case of Blair’s ex, scared man-child might be a more apt term.
All he ever did was get off on the sound of his own voice, as far as I’d seen. What better way to further his endless masturbation routine than our little forced exhibitionism scheme? What better way to give him a “taste of his own medicine” than some brutal femdom-fueled FCE?
With both of us pushing his legs down and the sedatives in full effect, the moment his nasty dick grazed his grotesque lips was only a centimeter away . . .
(YOUR SUPREME GODDESS)
