Dominating my Muscle mommie

Description: The collar was a heavy weight, a constant reminder of my submission as i knelt before them. a sharp tug on the leather lead gathered me upward, meeting their collective gaze. there was no room for hesitation; they took control of my head, guiding me to take every inch of them, pushing a deep, rhythmic obedience that left me breathless and drooling. they hauled me up, pinning my muscular frame back as they took turns riding me with a relentless, wet friction. they dictated the pace, alternating between a crawl and a frantic, punishing tempo. every thrust felt like it was carving through my center, a rhythmic pounding that vibrated through my bones. i was a tool for their pleasure, my abs locked and straining under the weight of their movements. the end was a huge surge of intensity. commands turned into guttural demands as they reached their peak. i felt the heat of their release before i saw it, an explosive deluge that coated my torso from chest to waist. spent and leashed, i lay there covered in the visceral mark of their victory, knowing exactly how i was expected to behave. i was theirs, completely and utterly.