With her sight taken from her, Zoey's other senses seemed to be brought into sharper focus. His touch seems more arousing and she seemed able to tell every contour and every vein of his cock as it pummeled her insides. The sounds of his breathing echoed in her ears, although they were almost completely drowned out by the wet, lewd noises from between her legs. She blushed red under the mask, the only hint her master might be able to see was the reddening of her ears. Imagining the smirk as he forced those sounds from her terribly aroused body only worsened the effect.<br/><br/>An odd gurgled moan accompanied him taking a commanding grip on her hair and using it to pull her hair back. The ring gag shifted ever so slightly in her mouth but it was enough to draw her attention back to the way his taste lingered on her tongue. Another more pronounced moan escaped and she whimpered her pleasure as he hauled her along the full length of his cock. The wet slurping noise of her hungry cunt was even louder and the farther he forced her to arch the more she tensed. She was getting so close. Her wheezed panting bubbled from her ovaled lips when he pulled her head back far enough to make breathing difficult. He clearly knew how to play his slave like a sexual instrument, strumming and pluck at her to make the tune he wanted.<br/><br/>The attention to her clit proved too much and combined with the way his fingers playing in her helplessly spread mouth she met her doom. A thankful groan escaped when he ordered her to cream herself only seconds before the decision had been made without her. Hard, jarring jerks of her hips made his cock plunge into her body and wetness spattered the floor under them. Her legs flexed and shook, trying to squeeze a lover that was not between them but could not thanks to the spreader. It did not matter though, he was not done with her and kept rutting her throughout her orgasm and still yet when she sagged against him. She felt tenderized and extremely sensitive and worried that she would not last as long as him. The fucking machine had worn her down and the ache was slowly edging out the pleasure she felt. It mattered not though, his pleasure was the priority and she knew that he would have his fill of her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>