Humiliation phone sex always has my pathetic sissy on his knees in the living room, lipstick smeared, pink thong panties stretched around his tiny locked cock. I love standing over him in heels, one hand in his hair, the other holding the phone so I can record every second. Open wider, you worthless little slut! Like a good sissy bitch he opened. The thick black cock in front of him slapped against his painted lips. I pushed his head forward until the fat head forced its way past his teeth and down his throat. He was gagging hard. Spit ran down his chin and onto the floor. I laughed and shoved him deeper. Take that big black dick like the worthless little cocksucker you are. Your pathetic micro dick stays locked while real men use your mouth. The guy grabbed both sides of my sissy’s head and started fucking his face.
Long, deep strokes. My little faggot’s eyes watered, mascara running down his cheeks. Every time the cock bottomed out in his throat, he made loud choking sounds that make my pussy drip. I reached down, yanked his panties aside, and flicked his tiny cage. Nothing there, just soft, useless flesh. Look at you. Gagging on black cock while your little clitty stays locked. You’re not a man. You’re a little cock whore now. I made him thank the man between thrusts. Thank you for using my sissy throat, Sir. He said it with a mouth full of dick. Spit and precum all over his face. When the guy finally came, he held my sissy deep and pumped load after load straight down his throat. I forced him to swallow every drop, then open his mouth and show me the mess. My little sissy exists for this on his knees, humiliated, choking on BBC while I watch and laugh.




