Mental collapse: falling into a gal slave

My genitals are stimulated and rubbed by the shaped shaped so horrifying it to be called a toy, and I screamed, a scream that I've never lifted before...screamed... The unstoppable waves of pleasure make you feel sad, embarrassed, pathetic, and no matter how much you ask for forgiveness, the vibrations of the things and the screams of your own can't speak, and you're forced to reach your climax. As she continued to drip her love juices like she was dripping with drool, she screamed in pleasure that was definitely different from that of a scream. With anticipation and excitement for an unprecedented orgasm, she continues to moan with a heated face.