"Keep riding, slut. The doll needs your seed, and your pussy needs stretching.”
Kyle sobbed but resumed bouncing, now impaled on fingers and silicone at once. The motion made wet, obscene sounds—schlick from the front, squelch from behind—as his cheeks clapped louder, redder, sweatier.
Chadwick added a fourth finger. “Tell the camera what you really are.”
���I’m— I’m a bubble-butted cocksleeve with a gay demon that likes it in the ass, Sir!”
“Good boy.”
The fingers withdrew. Kyle only had a second of empty relief before Chadwick’s cock—thick, uncut, leaking—pressed against his marked hole.
“No—no please—”
“Count the inches, princess.