Anal slave got a real anal orgasm with squirt in a standing position by the window of an apartment

The sun’s rays illuminate the apartment window, casting a golden glow over the two figures standing there. A stunning brunette, clad only in a lacy black bra and matching thong, is leaned over the sill, her pert buttocks thrust out invitingly. Behind her looms a towering, muscular man, his chiseled torso bare save for a pair of low-slung denim jeans. His hands grip the woman’s hips possessively as he positions himself at her most intimate entrance.

“You’ve been a naughty slut, haven’t you?” The man growls into her ear. His deep, sensual voice sends shivers down the woman’s spine.

“Yes, Master,” she breathes, arching her back submissively. “I’ve been very naughty. I need to be punished.”

A wicked smirk plays across the man’s lips. “Punished, you’ll be. But first…” His large, rough hands knead and squeeze the woman’s delectable rear. He pulls her thong-aside to reveal her puckered, virgin rosebud. With a sultry chuckle, he trails a finger along the delicate ring of muscle, making her tremble with anticipation.

Turning her head to the side, the woman catches her reflection in the window – eyes glistening with lust, cheeks flushed with excitement. She watches, mesmerized, as her Master unsnaps his jeans and frees his impressively sized, rock-hard cock. The engorged shaft glistens with pre-cum, making it abundantly clear just how much he desires her.

The man grips her hips again, lining himself up. With a single, powerful thrust, he plunges into the woman’s incredibly tight back passage. She lets out a melodic cry at the sudden stretching, the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. His thick length fills and expands her most intimately, leaving no doubt that she belongs to him now.

“That’s it, take your punishment like a good little anal slave,” he commands, voice low and gravelly. He sets a punishing pace, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back into her.A

The slapping of skin against skin mingles with their ragged moans and the obscene squelch of her sopping pussy around his pistoning cock. The window rattles in its frame from the force of his thrusts. The woman’s round tits bounce and sway in time to his brutal rhythm.

At this rate, there’s no doubt passersby will witness her complete surrender, her total debasement in service to her Master’s pleasure. The thought only heightens her arousal. “Ohh, yes! Use me, punish me!” she mewls, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

Her Master leans in, nipping her neck hard enough to leave a mark. “What do you say when you need to use the bathroom?” Still plunging in and out of her ass, he reaches around to roughly grope her breast. His other hand snakes between her legs, finding her throbbing clit.

The stimulation is almost too much to bear. “Ahhh, um, uh… I say ‘May I use the toilet?'” she pants, torn between the blissful agony of his cock and the sparks shooting from her clit straight to her core.

He pinches her clit hard. “And what’s a filthy anal slave like you using it for? I bet you’d love to squirt all over the seat just to be naughtier.”

“Yes, M-master!” she sobs, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “I want… I need… to squirt for you!” Her muscles clench around him as her orgasm builds, hovering just out of reach.

The man rakes his teeth across her shoulder. “Do it then, slut. Squirt like the obedient anal whore you are.”

That’s all it takes to sent her careening over the edge. Pleasure consumes her, white hot and all-encompassing. She bucks and writhes, crying out wantonly as liquid gushes from her spasming cunt. Her pussy juices trickle down her thighs and onto the floor as she experiences the most intense, euphoric anal orgasm of her life.

Her Master fucks her through it, his cock pulsing and twitching inside her as he seeks his own release. With a roar, he slams into her one last time, and she feels the heat of his seed flooding her ass. They remain locked together, gasping for breath as the aftershocks gradually subside.

Finally, the man pulls out. A river of cum and lube trickles down the woman’s quivering thighs. She wobbles slightly as her legs threaten to give out, utterly spent from the intensity of their coupling.

The man smirks down at her, adjusting his clothes. “Clean yourself up,” he orders deftly, slapping her reddened ass for emphasis. “And be ready in 15 minutes. I’m not done with you yet.”

Her pussy throbs at the promise of more to come. Still gulping air, she manages a breathless “Yes, Master.”

As she stumbles to the bathroom, she can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of completeness. Pain and pleasure, debasement and euphoria – to truly be an anal slave, she knew, was to crave them all. And she was more than eager to indulge.