Again she kicks her panties aside. Then, still smiling oh so beguilingly at me, she struts and shimmies her way up onto the bed in a way that has my heart pounding like crazy and my p***s throbbing like a thumb hit by a hammer.
Trapped in its uncompromising rubber sheath, able to erect no more than forty percent, it screams at me for release. As Mistress looms above me in all her glory, I can’t help but beg her for this.
“Please, Mistress Melissa! Won’t you take off the condom catheter too? If only it had room, my d**k would be swelling up bigger than it ever has before. But right now it can’t, and the pain is so exquisite...”
“Good!” Mistress growls down at my obvious distress. “I want it to hurt, and so do you, slave! Admit it, any pain at all, but most especially p***s pain, gives y
