Latex Witch's Anal Dominion

I'm dominated by a latex witch with a prolapsed asshole dripping white anal cum. She made me suck while she jerks my lil hard cock and plays with my butt

The air smelled like latex and sweat, thick with the musk of her stretched, gaping hole. She had me on my knees, her gloved fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my face into the slick mess between her thighs. "Lick it clean," she hissed, grinding her prolapsed rim against my lips. The taste was bitter, salty—leftover lube and the thick cream of some stranger’s load. I gagged, but her grip tightened. "Swallow." Her other hand worked my cock with rough strokes, her nails scraping the underside. Every tug sent sparks up my spine. I moaned against her, tongue lapping at the swollen pink flesh, feeling it pulse under my mouth. Then her fingers found my ass, circling my tight hole before pushing in without warning. I jerked, but she held me firm, fucking my face and my ass in rhythm. "Pathetic," she sneered, twisting her wrist just right. "You’ll take it all." I knew I would.

Her fingers plunged deeper into my ass, stretching me with each thrust. The sting mixed with the pleasure of her hand jerking me faster, rougher. "Open wider," she growled, shoving my face harder into her gaping hole. My tongue worked frantically, lapping up the slick mess dripping from her. The taste was overwhelming—musky, tangy, her stretched rim twitching against my lips. She twisted her fingers inside me, curling them just right. My cock throbbed in her grip, leaking precum onto her latex-clad thigh. "Fuck—" I gasped, but she cut me off, grinding her ass against my mouth. "Beg for it," she demanded, her voice dripping with contempt. I didn’t hesitate. "Please—let me cum." Her laugh was low, cruel. "Not yet." She slowed her strokes, teasing the head of my cock with her thumb. "First, you’re gonna take my strap." I shuddered, feeling her pull her fingers out only to press something thicker, colder against my hole. The latex witch didn’t give me time to adjust—she shoved forward, filling me in one brutal thrust. I cried out, my body arching, but she held me down, fucking my ass with relentless pace. "Now you can cum," she hissed. I didn’t last another second.

Her strap pistoned into me, the thick latex shaft dragging against my walls with every brutal thrust. The stretch burned, but the pain only sharpened the pleasure—her rhythm relentless, her grip unforgiving. "Look at you," she sneered, yanking my head back by the hair. My lips were slick with her juices, my cock twitching helplessly in her fist. "Dripping like a whore." She twisted her wrist, thumb pressing hard under my tip. My hips jerked, but she held me still, denying me even the friction I craved. "Please—" I choked out, my voice ragged. "Please what?" She leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "Say it." "Fuck me harder." Her laugh was dark, victorious. She slammed into me deeper, the base of the strap hitting my ass with a wet smack. "Cum," she ordered. I came with a broken groan, stripes of white painting her latex-clad thigh. She didn’t stop—just kept driving into me, milking every last shudder from my body. "Good boy," she murmured, finally slowing. "Now clean up your mess." I obeyed, tongue dragging through the sticky streaks, her fingers tightening in my hair.

Her fingers dug into my scalp, forcing my face deeper into the mess I’d made on her thigh. The taste of my own cum mixed with the sharp tang of latex as I licked obediently, my tongue dragging slow, deliberate strokes. "Pathetic," she murmured, watching me with half-lidded eyes. "You love this, don’t you?" I didn’t answer—just moaned against her skin, my cock twitching weakly between my legs. She yanked my head back, her other hand still gripping the base of her strap. "Answer me." "Yes," I gasped. "I love it." Her smirk was razor-edged. "Prove it." Before I could react, she shoved the slick length of the strap back into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself on the latex. I gagged, but she didn’t relent, fucking my throat with the same brutal rhythm she’d used on my ass. "Swallow," she commanded, pulling out just enough to let me breathe before slamming back in. I choked, tears pricking my eyes—but I obeyed, sucking the shaft clean as she laughed above me. "Good," she purred. "Now get on your knees. We’re not done."