Woke up this morning with the ghost of his cum still sticky between my thighs and his taste lingering on my tongue. I laid there for an hour, replaying every second from last night: the sting of his belt, the guttural sounds he makes when he's deep in my cunt, the way he fucks my throat until I choke and tears stream down my face. It's not just the sex—it's the aftermath. The heavy, satisfied quiet. The way he pets my hair after he's used every hole, and I feel so complete, so perfectly owned. My pussy aches in the best way today, a constant reminder that I am his living, breathing fleshlight. And I wouldn't have it any other other. 🖤 #Used #Marked #HisProperty (PS: The collar never comes off. Ever.)