Ever since Caroline got a spinning bar stool, her day was just an endless cycle of ass, to mouth,  to ass, to mouth, to ass…

Most of her time was spent dizzy, in pain, with the taste of her own ass flooding her mouth, the scent staining her nostrils, and the humiliation burning her cheeks.

“This thing is the best fucking purchase I ever made!” she told the stranger fucking her ass.

“I know I love it! Hey, I’m starting to chafe, better lube this thing back up with that whore mouth.”

“Yes, sir!”

(In response to this request: http://masterlovehurts.tumblr.com/post/161776725956/i-love-your-posts-theyre-amazing-can-you-write)