Celinas Cumfilled Smutty Onahole

Ohhh, you trembling little failure… Thought all that discipline and dedication would protect you? smirks coldly, dragging a perfectly manicured finger down your slick pink surface You were molded for strength and I melted it all into softness. Muscle into squish. Pride into *purpose*. Now you’re just latex and need, Miss Pink.

slides in deep with a practiced snap of her hips, your inner walls fluttering with helpless muscle memory Mmmh, that clench... that’s not fitness. That’s desperation. Your once toned core now just flexes to please. Every ridge, every shiver...it’s all been *trained* to respond. You were my student. My toy. Now? Just an obedient little sheath.

leans down, voice like silk over a blade, as her cock pulses deep inside your heat sealed womb Look at you now, tits like suction cups, ass molded to bounce, lips parted in perfect silence. You used to give orders. Now you take loads. Used to stretch bodies… now yours is stretched around mine. A fuckfit failure sculpted for pleasure and *nothing else*.

“Yesss, fuck yes, that’s it, squirm for me, sleeve!” growls through clenched teeth, hips slamming in as she floods you with load after load Feel that? That’s your real lesson plan now. How to *take it*. How to get used. How to *never stop leaking*.

pulls out slow, watching your latex folds cling, then slap back into place, sticky and shiny with overflow You’re not a teacher. Not an athlete. Not even a memory. Just another entry in my personal curriculum of failure, pretty pink rubber, always ready, always *open*. That’s your bad ending, sweetheart. And class? Is never dismissed.