Hey everyone, Hope you are having a great and kinky day, split into multiple parts due to reddits character Limit

Part 2

Part 3

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I have the pussy. I make the rules!

Intro

I entered the house in a good mood. Work had gone really well today, and I could head home ahead of time. Of course, it was spotlessly cleaned. Matt, my pussywhipped bitch, who I absolutely loved, did such a good job keeping everything neat for me. I'd never thank him for it. That is just one of the reasons I'm so lucky to have him in my life.

I walked into the living room and saw Matt playing a game on his Xbox. His headset was on hence why he had not heard me coming home. That and me being early meant there was no way he could possibly greet me at the door as I usually expect him to. He was clearly having a lot of fun as he still hadn't noticed me watching him. I knew he had been waiting for this game to come out for months. I felt a cruel smile creep across my face. I was about to be such a bitch.

I stormed into the living room and completely ignored Matt. I could see the look of surprise in the corner of my eye. I didn't acknowledge him and walked straight towards the power outlet and ripped out the cord to his Xbox. The TV turned to a blank screen.

“What the hell loser! You know I expect you on your knees when I get home, and here I find you playing games!” I snapped. Poor Matt looked like he was hyper-focused on me. He had already taken his headset off and fallen to his knees.

“I'm so sorry, Mistress. I didn't expect you home for another hour,” he said. I could see the look of fear and excitement in his eyes. I loved that look.

“I finished my work early, so I got home ahead of time bitch! Why didn't you plan for that? Do you think I'm bad at my job?!” I snapped. In truth, I basically never got home early, so there was no reason for him to plan for it. I still wasn't going to give him any leniency.

“No, mistress.” He said with his head still hung low.

“Not only are you not at the door, I catch you playing games. Is there nothing you could have been doing around the house at all bitch? Do you think this place is immaculate?”

“No, mistress. The spare room still needs to be dusted. I am so sorry.” He whimpered. I never would have noticed if the spare room wasn't dusted thoroughly. Matt always did such a good job at keeping the place clean. But hey, I like finding reasons to remind him of his place.

“I was having such a good day now I have to deal with your bullshit. You know you are supposed to be at the door waiting when I get home. How long have we had that rule in place, loser?” I lectured.

“A long time mistress. It was one of the first rules you were kind enough to give me,” responded Matt.

“Get up and take your pants off now! I think you know how I want you standing.” I ordered. Matt quickly rushed to his feet and started taking his pants off as fast as he could. It was so cute how he was so eager to follow every instruction I gave him. Most guys will try to act cool and in control. Matt was just in a hurry to make me happy, no matter how pathetic and desperate it looked. I loved how devoted he was.

He stood before me with his tiny dick locked up in a pink plastic cage. Entirely at my mercy. Too bad for him I wasn't going to be merciful. He had his legs spread apart, leaving his poor excuse for a manhood exposed. I could see him breathing in heavily. He didn't dare close his legs or make it look in any way that he was going to stop me from punishing him.

I stepped closer to him and pressed my body up against his. Leaving our lips just inches from touching. I could feel his thing getting hard and straining against that cage. He was obviously trying to control his breathing. I leaned in closer and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I hope you know I love you,” I said after breaking the kiss. I could feel his body shiver slightly with excitement and fear. I gave him no time to think about it. With one sharp jolt, I kneed him in the balls. Poor Matt fell to the ground. “How long ago did I teach you the rule about greeting me at the door!” I snapped, my voice on the verge of shouting at him.

“Years ago, Mistress.” Matt wheezed. I had not been gentle.

“Who makes the rules in this relationship bitch!”

“You do, Mistress.” He had regained his balance and was on his knees in front of me. Looking up with those cute puppy dog eyes.

“Is it a hard rule to follow bitch? Be at the door?” I said bluntly.

“No, Mistress, it's not a hard rule to follow.” I could hear a twinge of shame in his tone.

“So you were just being lazy?” I loved putting poor Matt into these no-win situations. If he said it was a hard rule, I'd be calling him stupid. Either way. He's wrong, and I'm right. I tried to suppress a cruel smile while I thought about this. I kept the fake stern expression on my face and looked down at poor Matt.

“Yes, mistress. I… I was being lazy. I am so sorry. You deserve better.” He hung his head in shame as he grovelled on his knees. I could see his little thing get excited in its cage.

“That's another 3 days until you get released,” I stated matter-of-factly while I gave a slight kick to his chastity cage.

“Yes, mistress.” He responded instinctively. I could see the look of disappointment in his eyes. The poor guy was supposed to be let out tomorrow. I ignored his pouting and sat down on the couch where poor Matt was before I walked in and ruined his game.

“I am tied after a long day bitch. I know you don't ever do it, but some of us actually know what hard work is like!” I snapped at him while looking around at the stunning home he kept. “I need to relax and unwind. Especially after coming home to your bullshit! Get me off with that tongue of yours, loser.” I continued harshly as I spread my legs on the couch in front of him, My skirt rode up past my knees, leaving poor Matt in awe of the pussy that had him so whipped.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you so much for letting me lick your pussy!” he said with a look of excitement in his eyes. It was very cute. He was so eager. That was another one of my rules. Every time he got me off he was expected to thank me.

Matt rushed over to me extremely quickly. He then slowed down to a crawl before he actually laid his hands on me. Yet another rule. He was expected to always move with urgency whenever he was doing chores or tasks for me. But, if he was ever going to touch me, he needed to slow down. Be tender, gentle, and respectful. Real men get to be aggressive. A pussywhipped loser like him should always be submissive whenever he gets near me.

He slowly ran his hands up my thighs. I could feel his fingers soft and spread out. Another rule came to mind. I had ordered him to keep his skin shaved, smooth and soft so that they would be nice for me to feel. Little Matty had a more comprehensive skincare routine than I did.

I could feel him slowly pulling my panties down my legs as his fingers ran along my inner thighs. He was doing this intentionally. Matty had become very good at oral sex and knew precisely how to get me excited for it. As he took my underwear off, letting them glide gently past my feet, he quickly stepped to the side and folded the boring cotton panties I had worn that day. He was extremely neat and purposeful and made sure to fold them perfectly before placing them on the couch next to me. Yet another rule I had. If he ever touched anything I owned - especially my clothing - he was expected to be respectful and careful at all times.

As he crawled back and placed his cute little face between my legs, I sat back and relaxed. I fumbled my hands across the couch and got the TV remote. I switched the channel from the no signal sign it was on and put on a fashion show I loved. One I knew Matt hated. I relaxed and let myself unwind, feeling him send tingles along my body.

My mind wandered. Greetings at the door, skincare, keeping the house clean, rushing to do tasks, being delicate with me and my things, thanking me for getting me off and much more. I had so many rules for my loser partner and was honestly amazed at how he followed them all so well. Even if I didn't show any appreciation for it. My mind began to dwell on our relationship and all the strict and outright unfair rules that I demanded of him, and he so lovingly followed.

Rule One - I am always right!

This had been one of my first rules when we started our little dynamic. I am always right. Thats it. That is all there is to it. If he thinks I am wrong, then he is wrong. I am always correct when it comes to our relationship.

I remembered the first time this rule was put to the test. We had just begun our relationship, and I was still kind of uncomfortable being dominant and scared I would push Matt away by being as unfair as I wanted.

We had planned to have a nice dinner at home. Just the two of us. I had been away for a week due to work so I was really looking forward to it. I was sitting at home waiting and he hadn't shown up on time. In fact, he was an hour late. I had a cruel smile as I saw the hour pass by, knowing that this was a perfect excuse to punish him like we both loved.

The door opened, and he was almost an hour late. I didn't waste any time and started berating him immediately.

“Where the hell have you been loser?! You were supposed to be here at 6 pm! Do you expect me to wait for you!” I mocked with a truly bitchy tone.

“I…I thought this was the right time, Mistress.” He said with a genuine look of confusion in his eyes. He had already fallen to his knees and seemed confused and scared. “You said 7 PM on the dot.”

“Are you that stupid? We talked about this last week before I left. I told you I wanted you here at 6!” My mind was racing at all the ways I was going to make him suffer for making his Goddess wait. When I focused on the situation, I saw him looking through his phone. “What are you doing loser!?” I snapped.

“See Goddess.” He stammered desperately as he faced his phone towards me. Shit. I could feel my cheeks blush as I remembered. Looking at the message I sent him days ago and completely forgot about.

‘There is more work here than I thought. I will be home later than expected on Friday. Come around at 7 PM. I don't want a loser like you near my house alone.’ It had read. I remembered it all. It was a long and busy week, and I had forgotten entirely that I sent him that text! I had asked him to show up at 7. I let out a small stammer and could feel my body heat up. God, this was so embarrassing! He was still just staring up at me, waiting for me to say something. I panicked.

“If you don't understand what you did wrong, then I can't help you loser!” I said in a rush. I then stamped my right foot and walked off looking like an absolute spoiled brat. I was desperately trying to control my breathing and feeling so embarrassed. I walked to my room. “I don't want to hear from you until you learn not to be such an asshole!” I said and slammed my bedroom door shut. The sound echoed through the house.

About 20 minutes later, I heard a minor meek knock on my bedroom door.

“Mistress Jenna. Could… Could we please talk?” Said Matt with a meek little voice. I was on my bed and turned around to face him. He had only opened the door an inch.

“What is it loser!?” I snapped like a child.

“May I please come in?” he requested in his cute little voice.

“Whatever,” I said dismissively. He took that as permission and let himself in the room. I sat up to face him. He was standing at the end of my bed with his head down.

“I. I want to apologize for my behaviour Mistress. This was all my fault. I should have known when you wanted me to arrive. I should have confirmed it with you rather than being rude and leaving you waiting on me.” he said with his head still looking at the ground. I glanced at his pants and could see that he was very excited while apologizing to me.

“You really need to do better, loser. I already put up with enough problems from you!” I said with a good deal of snark while trying to suppress a giggle at the idea of him apologizing even tho it was entirely my fault.

“You should not have to put up with my disrespectful attitude, Mistress. You were right. I should have been here when you wanted me to.” He said as he slowly looked up at me.

“Took you long enough to work that out, bitch. I hope you won't be this slow in the future.” I responded with more confidence.

“I'm sorry it took me so long to learn. Please forgive me, Mistress.”

“Don't tell me what to do bitch.”

The rest of the night went really well. I made sure to make him suffer for being late and made sure he was aware that I am always right! Later that night, while we were cuddling in bed and just talking as people without our roles as dominant and submissive. I told him how embarrassed I was when I remembered that I had actually changed the time. As he held me in his arms, he said I handled it perfectly and he loved how unreasonable I was; told me it was how a Goddess like me should behave. The two of us spent some time giggling about the situation before we fell asleep holding one another.

Rule Two - Always respect Pussy.

I love this one. It really gets Matty in a submissive head space. The idea is simple. Seeing he is a loser with a tiny dick I don't fuck him very often. When I do it is usually in a very humiliating and emasculating way for my poor submissive. Seeing he is never going to be worthy of it, he is expected to be absolutely obsessed and respectful of my pussy. His little life should revolve around the thing that has got him so whipped.

He is expected to thank me every time I let him lick my pussy. He will make sure it is shaved and looks neat and inviting for other men before I go out on a date. He will always take extra care when he folds and cleans my panties (or anything that touches the pussy he wants so desperately) he is expected to show extreme caution and care. When all is said and done. He must always remember what his life is owned by.

I had lots of fun with this rule at Matt's expense. I remember the first time I really pushed it to play with his head. I had not let him cum for a week at this point and he was very desperate to be let out. I constantly implied I would allow his little thing inside of me if he did everything right and was completely submissive. I constantly berated him about it.

“You better not fuck up this week. I am being very kind by letting you actually get a chance to fuck pussy. God knows a loser with a boy clit like you never gets the chance!” This and much more were said across the whole week. He was so desperate. It really was adorable. He was so desperate to make me happy. He knew any problem would result in his little thing staying locked and not getting anywhere near what he wanted so badly. I was kind of disappointed that I couldn't find anywhere he really messed up. Believe me, I was looking.

The day finally came. Matt was scheduled to be let out. I could see the excitement on his face. Of course, I made him wait until the end of the day. That night as we were getting ready for bed I could see him staring at me. I knew he wouldn't dare say anything, but this had been the moment I had been teasing him about all week.

“Alright, loser. Let's get this over with.” I said with an exasperated tone. I often made it seem like sex with him was a chore for me. In reality, it was exhilarating and empowering to have such control. I wasn't going to tell him that, of course.

“Yes Misstress Jenna. Thank you so much!” He said while obviously trying to contain how much he had been looking forward to this. He was like a kid the night before Christmas.

“Whatever. Close your eyes bitch.” I ordered sternly. “On your knees” I continued as I approached him in nothing but his little pink plastic prison. I could see it slightly bobbing up and down. His manhood so desperate to be free. I leaned down and unlocked it. A small smile appeared on my face when I saw his little thing jump to attention. It really was cute how eager he was. “How long has it been since that boy clit got any pussy?” I mocked.

“I…I don't know Misstress. A long time.” He said with his eyes still shut as I had ordered.

“Has it really been that long that you don't remember? I suppose I kind of forgot about it, seeing I spend so much time with better men.” I said. I could see his thing twitch when I mentioned cucking him.

“Yes, Misstress.” He responded promptly.

“I hope you appreciate what I am doing for you loser. I certainly am not getting anything out of this.” I said while keeping a very bitchy tone.

“Yes, Misstress. Thank you so much!”

“This is so you don't let me being nice go to your head!” I snapped as I kicked his exposed balls without warning.

“Thank you Misstress.” He stammered out while regaining his balance and trying to hold in the pain. He was so focused on how much it hurt that he didn't hear me go get something out of the draw on my side of the bed.

“Okay, loser. I guess we will finally let you get what you’re obviously so desperate for. I don't get it. It's not like that little dick could actually make a pussy feel anything.” I mocked, looking at the eager look on his face with his eyes shut. “Okay loser, let's hurry up and get this done. I'm kind of bored already. Open your eyes.”

He opened his eyes. So excited. Expecting to see me naked ready to fuck him. Instead, he saw me, fully clothed, looking kind of bored at having to deal with him and holding a fleshlight. He looked all cute and confused for a moment while naked and on his knees. His look quickly changed when he realised he was not going to get inside my pussy. He was so disappointed! I felt like such a bitch!

“What the hell is that look!?” I snapped at him before he could say anything.

“I..uh.” Matt sputtered out.

“Do you not appreciate that I found a way to let you get the pussy you want so badly without having to bother actually putting you inside of me!” I continued to berate him.

“I…I was looking forward to making love with you Misstress.” He responded with those cute puppy dog eyes he had.

“You mean you expected me to give you a pity fuck!” I snapped back.

“No, I …uh.” The poor guy couldn't even think.

“I go out of my way to surprise you and this is how you act! You don't even appreciate it! I even took the time to sneak around when I took your card to pay for this thing!” I said while holding the fleshlight in his face. I could see his little thing get harder when he learned he had paid for his disappointment. “Do you think I like having to sneak around just to make you happy?!” I continued talking down to him.

“I…I'm sorry.” Replied Matt. It was clear he didn't know what to say.

“What were you thinking?!” I continued to yell at him. “The moment I mention you are going to get some pussy you assume that I am going to fuck you!”

“Uh…yes.”

“What the hell!” I snapped at him. “Do you really think you are entitled to sex?”

“No, Mistress!” I saw his eyes widen in fear. It was very cute.

“Well you are acting like you think that! You clearly think I should just fuck you whenever you want. Like I'm hear just to get you off!” I kept yelling before then lowered my voice. “I really can't believe how much of an asshole you are being. I thought you would treat me better.” I was intentionally trying to sound like I was disappointed in him.

“No, Goddess it's not like that!” He pleaded.

“So you think I'm wrong?” I replied. I could see his head spinning. He remembered the first rule. I am never wrong.

“No Goddess.” Replied Matt with his head hung in shame. This was a no-win situation and he knew it. His little girl dick was as hard as it could get in its cage. He loved being trapped.

“Well, bitch. Apologize for being so disrespectful.” I ordered.

“I'm sorry for being disrespectful, Mistress”

“Now, apologise for feeling entitled to sex.”

“I…I am sorry for feeling entitled to sex.” He stammered out. I was trying to hold my smile in. This was great. Matt is always so caring and respectful of me. He does everything he can to treat me like a Goddess and make sure I am happy. I, in response, show no appreciation and act like he is some chauvinistic pig of a man who thinks the world revolves around him.

“I'd think a loser like you would be more respectful of pussy he never gets. Not feel like it's owed to him.”

“Yes Goddess. I'm sorry.”

“Well, you obviously won't be getting to cum today. Or this week.” I said as a matter of fact.

“Yes, Mistress.” He replied. I could see the look of disappointment in his eyes. He must have known I was not going to let him cum, but having it stated still made him feel disappointed. He was so desperate. It was adorable!

“You will also be sleeping on the couch tonight; considering how much of an asshole you have been I am sick of dealing with you. I will punish you for this tomorrow, and we will see if you will appreciate getting some pussy and a chance it cum next week. Now fuck off. I am too pissed off to talk to you anymore.” I ordered. Matt wasted no time and responded promptly to my order, as he always does.

“Yes, Mistress.” He said quickly before rushing out of the room as fast as he could. I smiled to myself, knowing he was always too eager to follow my orders.

My little loser was so well-behaved across the following week. He really didn't want to mess up his chances of being allowed to cum in the fake pussy I had bought with his own money. The whole week passed very quickly for me but I'm sure it would just not end for poor Matt.

His release day had arrived once again. It had been over two weeks since he was allowed to cum last. He stood across from me in nothing but his pink cage, fully clothed, while I held the fleshlight in my hands.

“Are we going to have the same issues as last week?” I scolded him.

“No Mistress. I am so sorry about how I behaved.” He responded. “It was completely out of line, especially when you are being so kind to allow me to even cum in a fake pussy.” He had been like this all week. So eager to apologize and throw his self-respect aside just to make me happy. Or at least to make sure I wasn't angry with him.

“Good. I shouldn't have to put so much effort into you.” I stated as I placed the fleshlight on the edge of the bed. I had it held so it hung over the edge of the bed. With my other hand, I grabbed my necklace that has the key to his chastity device and took it off. I then threw it on the ground in front of him. “Unlock yourself bitch.”

Matt rushed to the ground and picked up the key. He quickly unlocked his sorry excuse for a penis and it promptly got hard to its full and unimpressive size. After he was free, he rushed to the side table and gently and neatly placed the necklace on the table. Just like he was always expected to treat my clothing with respect, he was also expected to also show any reverence for any jewellery I wore. Including the necklace with the key to his manhood.

There he was. Standing in front of me just waiting for me to let him cum. He was obviously so desperate for me to say he could start.

“Okay let's get this done already..” I said with an impatient sigh. “Go ahead loser, hurry up.” I ordered with a lazy shrug showing no interest in his desires at all.

Matt wasted no time. He threw himself at the Fleshlight so quickly that it actually startled me. The poor guy was so desperate to cum. I looked as he thrust his little thing into the fake pussy. He was so eager and wasn't holding back. A cruel smile formed across my face. He was so desperate and I felt like being mean.

Without warning, I pulled the Fleshlight away, leaving his little thing hanging in the air, still twitching. I could even see the slightest amount of pre cum on it. The poor guy was so close to cumming.

Giving him no time to think about it, I grabbed Matt by the ear and pulled my loser boyfriend away from the bed, throwing him into the ground.

In reality, Matt was much stronger than I was and could stop me from pushing him around at any moment. He was expected to let me do whatever I wanted. Any hint of resistance would result in him being punished, and he knew it.

“What the hell do you think you are doing!” I snapped at him as he looked up at me, confused about what he had done wrong.

“I…uh…” Stammered Matt.

“You don't even know, do you, loser.”

“No, Mistress.” He said softly with his head hung in shame.

“God, you are so much work. I hope you at least appreciate how much effort I have to put into teaching you.” I continued to talk down to him while trying not to laugh. There was no way for him to understand what he did wrong. I was being so unreasonable!

“I really do Goddess. Thank you so much. I appreciate everything you do for me, and I'm sorry I am learning so slowly. You deserve better.” Matt was obviously trying to be as submissive as possible, so I didn't punish him too harshly. He really was adorable when he grovelled!!

“You actually think you should get to fuck a pussy like that!? Even a fake one?”

“Mistress?” He asked with a confused look.

“Thrusting in balls deep and fucking as hard and fast as you can.” I explained, making sure that every word of my tone dripped with condescension. “You fuck like you think you are a real man. Like your little dick could actually make any woman feel good. Tell me bitch. Do you really think a loser like yourself should ever fuck a pussy like that?”

“No Goddess.”

“At least now you realise how disrespectful you were being. I shouldn't have to explain this to you.” I continued to berate him.

“I'm sorry, Mistress.”

“You clearly have a real problem with that male ego of yours! You should always treat any pussy with respect. Even a fake one. That means you act meek and delicate like a good little bitch if you are ever lucky enough to fuck one!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now, what do you say, loser.” I mocked.

“I'm sorry I was so disrespectful and arrogant that I thought it was okay for me to fuck like a real man instead of the loser I am.” He responded, trying to look as submissive as possible.

“Well, considering how you have acted tonight. I think it's only fair that we make you wait another week. Give you some time to really think about how you should act. That seems right, doesn't it bitch.”

“Yes, Goddess,” replied Matt, looking crestfallen; the disappointed look on his poor face was priceless!

“I'm glad you agree. You can get lost now.” I said with a wave of my hand, dismissing him.

Another week had passed. Like last time, it was delightfully fast for me but lasted an eternity to Matt. I'm not too sure if I had ever kept him from cumming for so long.

Once again, he was waiting on his knees in front of me with his pathetic excuse for a cock, rock hard and desperate for a release.

“Now, We aren't going to have the same display of male ego we had last week, are we?” I asked while looking down at him. While I placed the Fleshlight on the bed like last time.

“No, Miss.”

“Good bitch. I don't want me getting you this toy to teach you any bad lessons. Like you are actually worth getting any pussy for example. Do not let this go to your head.” I said as I gave an uninterested wave of my hand giving him permission to start.

Matt approached so carefully! He was so meek and hesitant to do anything to ruin his chances for another week. I had my poor bitch in a real submissive headspace.

His little clit dick poked so slowly and delicately into the fake pussy I was holding in my hand. He ran it along the entrance never daring to actually penetrate the toy.

I could see his eyes darting between the fleshlight making sure he was showing proper restraint and me. He was obviously trying to look for any hint in my expression that would show I was displeased. Any hint that would suggest I am about to deny him again.

I really did have him completly pussywhipped. Even when he was about to cum. When most men are primal and aggressive. He was still focused on me and completely attentive. I suppressed a smile at the idea that he constantly thinks of me. It really was sweet of him.

It had only been about 20 seconds of him enjoying himself. I was about to scold poor Matt for taking too long when he suddenly went still.

I knew exactly what this was. He was already cumming! It was another one of my bitchy rules. He was never allowed to cum like a real man. No grunting, no thrusting, no body movement at all.

Whenever he came my bitch was expected to stay perfectly still and just let it drip out of him like the loser he is. I even expected him to make sure his sorry excuse for a dick didn't twitch too much. It was good for his beta mind to be in a passive state when he came.

“I'm sorry, Goddess.” Said Matt meekly. This was another one of my bitchy rules. He was always expected to apologize when he came. It reminds him that he should feel guilty for focusing on his own pleasure and makes sure he knows that such a pathetic excuse for a dick should not cum.

“On your knees now.” I ordered. He fell to the ground with his eyes fixated on the fake pussy In front of him. It was covered in his cum. “Did you have fun bitch?”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you so much.” He said, looking at the fleshlight with wide eyes.

“Aw, did you enjoy cumming in a pussy.” I teased him.

“Yes, Goddess Jenna.”

“Yeah. It's clearly more than you deserve considering how fast you cum.”

“I'm sorry, Goddess.” He said, giving me an idea.

“Don't apologise to me bitch. Apologize to her.” I waved my spare hand at the cum covered fleshlight.

“Goddess?” He said with such a cute and confused look.

“You heard me bitch!” I snapped. “Do you think you actually deserve to fuck even a fake pussy? Do you think you don't need to show respect to her? Are you that arrogant?” I tried to keep a bitchy tone while holding in laughter.

“I'm sorry I came in you.” Said Matt while looking at it. I gave him a quick kick to the balls in response.

“Is that how you address your betters bitch.” I said while openly laughing. I was absolutely loving amusing myself at the expense of his little ego.

“I'm so sorry I came in you, Miss.” He said again as I giggled away, making no attempt to hide how stupid I thought it looked.

“Well, you know what to do now bitch.” I said as I calmed down. Matt simply nodded and leaned towards the Fleshlight to lick up his mess as I let go of it and walked off with a cruel giggle escaping my lips.

He would never forget to respect pussy.

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