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He‘s called Mr. D for a reason – Part 8
My Owner was so surprised that he didn’t even get mad at me for cumming without permission, because I don’t cum easily usually. Especially with strangers. This setting was just too hot, I got overwhelmed - luckily! 
I sank, my legs were still shaking, and I was breathing heavily. Having a satisfied grin on my face, I whispered:“ Thank you, Sir.“.
„You’re welcome, my slut. You did very well and deserved it. Though, it’s not about your orgasm, right?“, he said.
When I was able to think clearly again, I immediately got back down on the floor and on my knees. Of course! My orgasm doesn’t matter. My satisfaction doesn’t matter. It’s about the gentlemen that use me. 
Since it was such a hot, shaking scene, both men were still on the edge, turned on even more from watching me cum so hard.
It only took a few moments of them looking at this desperate slut kneeling on the floor, completely at their mercy and disposal, jerking their cocks, until they finished off on my face. The beautiful shiny black latex was covered in delicious white cum. Too bad I couldn’t see it. But I could feel the warmth on my face, as the semen slid down my cheeks, my eyes, and lips until some dripped down off my chin eventually. I licked my lips and smiled: Yum, I’d want to repeat this with more men in the future. 
„Such a good girl.“, Mr. D said. And before I could even say anything, his steps were moving away from me. 
The hot cum still running down my mask, I was already fantasizing about bukkake and gangbangs, patiently waiting on my knees for my Master to say goodbye to Mr. D. 
I was deeply satisfied and ready for lots of aftercare cuddles.