She started to suck on it, succumbing to being used again. The words tumbled out of Kenna’s mouth, a forced, hollow litany of degradation, as she struggled to inject a semblance of excitement into her voice. Anal sex Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, streaming down her face as she gazed up at the man, his dress shirt still immaculately in place, a stark contrast to the animalistic lust that contorted his features. Kenna felt like a piece of property, a mere object to be used and discarded at Mr. Mr. The feeling was unlike anything Kenna had ever experienced before. She was a rag doll, a plaything for him to use and discard, and the knowledge was almost too much to bear. Maybe there’s something else we can do instead? Mr. “Play with my balls while you suck my cock.” After some hesitation, she raised her hand and cradled his heavy balls in her small hands, stroking them gently.
