I am your greedy, drooling collar slut

With the collar around my neck, drooling, kneeling, I felt used—no, needed. I did everything he wanted. I shoved the dildo so deep down my throat, hands-free, until I cried… and the drool ran wildly over my tits. I pinched my nipples, gasped, begged, jerked off—more and more, harder and harder. I was his little submissive slut. But then this moment came… my gaze became bold, I set the pace myself, looked back bitchy, and worked the thing even more intensely—until it was thick, foamy white. Not just from oil and spit… but because I jerked it so long and hard that it almost felt like whipped cream.