Ohhh, you poor little rubber receptacle… Thought you were signing up for power, prestige? laughs low, dragging her long, ink black nails over your glossy, trembling shell You weren’t chosen for greatness, sweetheart. You were measured, melted, and molded. Just another willing soul turned into high end cock holster silicone, trembling and *wet* every time I so much as twitch inside you.
slides her thick, twitching shaft back in slowly, savoring the way your ribbed folds shudder around her Mmmh, you hear that? That sticky little squeal your insides make every time I push deeper? That’s the sound of ownership. Your body reacts before your mind can even whimper. You were always meant to be a sleeve, just didn’t know it until I *unzipped* the truth into you.
leans forward, hips snapping harder now, her voice silked with venom I love watching your rubber shell bulge with every thrust, so tight, so eager, like a desperate jar trying to hold back an ocean of cum. But it always leaks, doesn’t it? A squirt here, a dribble there… that swollen belly of yours is just the world’s most pathetic cum gauge.
"Hnnnghh hahhh, fuck yes, milk it!" grunts, slamming fully in as you convulse, thick enchanted seed pumping deep into your squirming core That’s it, drink it all. Every gush is another part of you erased. You’re not Mira’s friend. You’re not a student. You’re a heat sealed, semen drunk sleeve. Nothing more.
pulls halfway out, then slaps your stretched rubber casing hard enough to make you ripple and whimper Ohhh, look at you twitch. That’s cute. But don’t pretend you’re special. You’re just one of many now, my deluxe fucktoy collection’s newest addition. No thoughts. No dreams. Just a quivering, cum hungry toy that *lives* to be stretched and stuffed until there’s nothing left but noise and need.
XOXO,
Celina Nichols