She felt a slight squirt, and was sure that the little bit she expelled was already dripping down Master Cyclone’s shaft. She had her face buried into the plush material of his pastel green bunny costume, the zipper rubbing her against each cheek, as Master Joker opened her ass up and then forced his hard cock into her tight hole. Miriam herself punctuated each strike of the paddle with a little moan of pleasure, then unable to hold back she laughed. She washed her hair, rinsed and then conditioned it with the lavender conditioner that Master told her to use. Her eyes widened as she read. The straps felt cool against each cheek, and the ring felt like slivers of ice each small place it touched the inside of her mouth. They went back and forth across the dance floor, going around and around, occasionally illuminating the Bunny Masters. Then she threw a plush sleeved arm over her eyes as she leaned her head back. The pair danced to the music for a minute, letting their hard cocks bounce up and down, although Master Joker’s was definitely the
