Alyssa made step after step towards wall while Trey fucked her. With each his thrust she slammed her hips into his, his cock deeply penetrating her womb.
She moaned with each thrust. With each thrust she felt collar as he pulled leash.
She was degraded, humiliated.
She was in bliss.
She knew that she would lose bet but she didn't care. As long as she would be given pleasure, she was fine with it.
Sometime earlier before Trey started fucking her she would care.
Right now she lost all inhibitions. And if being made into human cum-dump would give her pleasure, she would have cuffed herself to this stall. She didn't care for her job nor for her husband... she completely forgotten that she was married.
Right now, the only thing that mattered, was her mind going blank.
She felt cum filling her. When she started cumming Trey fell with her on floor.
It took her half an hour to regain some clarity of mind. When she did, she was lying on cold floor with Trey still form laying on top of her. He lost consciousness after last shot. Next to them laid bag with Alyssa toys and keys to her cuffs. |