The feeling of his iron hard cock driving into her core had her howling. After her orgasm, she had been left extremely sensitive but he did not care. She was his slave and he was going to make himself feel good within her depths. In the meantime she had to simply hang on. It was easier said than done at this point. She had lost count of how many orgasms had been wrenched from her body today. She felt weak, dizzy and incredibly thirsty. She knew that she would not walk out of the building under her own power. It was a miracle that she was still even able to stay on her knees at this point.<br/><br/>The sudden shift in angle as he dropped down made her unleash a shocked, pleasure-addled squeal from behind the ring gag that still held her mouth wide open. The feel of her own shameful wetness running down her inner thighs made her shiver. It was a guilty thing that she now enjoyed her Master getting her so aroused. Another squeaked noise erupted when he scooped her up and a third when she felt the rigid head of his cock nuzzle her backside. Behind the stifling mask, Zoey’s eye darted around, seeking in vain a way to get just a moment’s respite.<br/><br/>Then he was hauling her up and down as though she weighed nothing at all. It occurred to her that she was little above a masturbatory aid at this point. She was simply his toy, a receptacle for his cum. Part of her revelled in it and tentatively clenched her ass around his cock to show her appreciation. The sudden reintroduction of light to her world made her cringe and her body squirm and tense more. The top of the mask fell away to expose her eyes but still left her mouth open in a wide, drooling O.<br/><br/>Zoey stared at herself, barely recognizing the vacantly staring, lustful creature looking back. His smirk made her blush but she dared not to look away. He wanted her to see and so she stared. She watched the bounce of her breasts as he took her, the way that her gaping mouth drooled warm saliva onto her chest, and most of all the way her backside seems content to swallow his shaft with every thrust.  At his command she obeyed. Trembling fingers stroked her sloppy opening. It was so humiliating, and so wonderful.<br/><br/>Her fingers stroked harder as she writhed in his lap and she cried out. All the while she nodded along to his lewd commentary. She was not even humoring him any longer, she truly liked it. It was a fact now. The way she bounced against his thrusts only accentuated the point. She was chasing an orgasm, staring at herself in the mirror. For a moment a fleeting smile crossed her lips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>