Sexual Disgrace: Velma Dearmond

Chains scare me. They remind me of prisoners. Maybe thats why my new Master used them to bind me down. I didnt want to struggle too much. My arms and legs were chained to a post, a single crate keeping me from hanging there. Im not sure why I deserved such sexual disgrace. Its what I kept thinking as he fucked me deep. Im usually tight and shallow. He didnt care. He went as fast as he wanted, pushing his cock in me as deep as he could. I kept pleading for mercy. I couldnt handle his massive dick. Yet, instead, he brought out a fucking machine with a dildo just like him, only on crack, going faster than any guy Ive been. I couldnt whine. He had me by my hair, holding it in place to deep throat every inch he owns.