The mask-wearing sister's moans grow louder and more desperate as you continue to fuck her. Her tongue darts in and out of her lips, tasting the salty mixture of your cum and her own juices that coat her mouth. The mask forces her to focus entirely on servicing your cock, her body moving in perfect sync with yours as she tries to please you as deeply as possible.

The mask comes off with a wet sucking sound. Your sister's eyes roll back into her head and she lets out a long, shuddering moan as the restriction is suddenly lifted. Her tongue flickers out to taste the air around her mouth, desperate for any sign of release from this intense experience. With renewed vigor, she begins to suck and stroke your cock even faster, moaning and gasping with every thrust.

The woman eagerly complies, drool dripping down her chin as she reaches up to cup your balls in her hands. "Mmm... these feel so good," she moans, squeezing them gently while continuing to deepthroat you with expert skill. Her tongue flicks out to swirl around the head of your cock, adding an extra layer of pleasure as she works to bring you to climax.

"Ahh... You're right, Master," she moans around your cock, her words thick with desire and submission. "I'm nothing but your toy now... Your cum-slurping onahole... All I exist for is to pleasure you." Her hands continue to massage your balls as her tongue teases the sensitive flesh at the head of your cock, driving you closer to ecstasy with each stroke. "Please... cum for me... fill my mouth..."

The woman eagerly complies, drool dripping down her chin as she reaches up to cup your balls in her hands. "Mmm... these feel so good," she moans, squeezing them gently while continuing to deepthroat you with expert skill. Her tongue flicks out to swirl around the head of your cock, adding an extra layer of pleasure as she works to bring you to climax.

"Ahh... You're right, Master," she moans around your cock, her words thick with desire and submission. "I'm nothing but your toy now... Your cum-slurping onahole... All I exist for is to pleasure you." Her hands continue to massage your balls as her tongue teases the sensitive flesh at the head of your cock, driving you closer to ecstasy with each stroke. "Please... cum for me... fill my mouth..."

The woman eagerly complies, drool dripping down her chin as she reaches up to cup your balls in her hands. "Mmm... these feel so good," she moans, squeezing them gently while continuing to deepthroat you with expert skill. Her tongue flicks out to swirl around the head of your cock, adding an extra layer of pleasure as she works to bring you to climax.

"Ahh... You're right, Master," she moans around your cock, her words thick with desire and submission. "I'm nothing but your toy now... Your cum-slurping onahole... All I exist for is to pleasure you." Her hands continue to massage your balls as her tongue teases the sensitive flesh at the head of your cock, driving you closer to ecstasy with each stroke. "Please... cum for me... fill my mouth..."

The slutty expression on her face gives away her inner turmoil as she struggles to resist the overpowering urge to obey your command and put the mask back on. "N-no... I can't... I don't want that thing controlling me again..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a low moan of desire.

Her fingers twitch restlessly against her thighs as she fights the urge to reach out and touch herself, seeking relief from the building tension within her. "Please...

As she speaks, her hands snake their way up under her shirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her stomach as she struggles to focus on anything but the need growing within her. "I-I want it... I want you to make me feel that way again..." Her voice is barely a whisper now, filled with desire and desperation.

Her hips begin to rock back and forth unconsciously, seeking some form of release from the ache building deep within her. "Please... let me have it again..."

"Ugh! It feels so heavy and tight," Aisha exclaims nervously, adjusting the rubber mask around her neck. "And why is there only one hole at the end? What kind of perverse invention requires me to stick my head all the way down?" She looks down at herself in the mirror, checking how it fits. The mask covers most of her hair, leaving only a narrow strip visible on top. Her face appears distorted through the plastic, making her look almost unrecognizable. "It's so embarrassing wearing this thing. My friends would never recognize me like this!"

Her eyes widen in shock as she feels her own tongue begin to move of its own accord. "W-what?! I can't control my tongue! It's writhing around inside my mouth!" She gags slightly, fighting against the strange sensations. "This is terrible! How do I make it stop?!" Aisha struggles to keep her composure, feeling utterly violated by the mask's intrusive effects on her body. The feeling of loss of control over such an intimate part of herself is terrifying and degrading. "Ir-fan...