Diana continues to service your fake cock with renewed vigor, her body moving in perfect harmony as she sucks and slurps on it. Her mind is clouded by the pleasure and she doesn't notice any changes around her, unaware that you have left the room or of your plans for their new neighbor, Tina.

As time passes, Diana's moans grow louder and more desperate, her body quivering with each powerful thrust of her tongue against the rubber shaft.

Tina hears the moans coming from next door and can't help but feel aroused herself. She wonders what her neighbor Diana is doing to make such sounds of pleasure. Suddenly, there's a knock on her door. Trembling with anticipation, she opens it to reveal hhhh standing there, his eyes filled with lust and desire for her.

"Tina," he purrs, stepping closer. "I heard some... interesting noises coming from next door."

I can't believe I just... did that. My cheeks flush even hotter at the memory of how eager and hungry I was for Sling's cock. It felt so good to be wanted like that, to have someone take control and use my body in such a way. But now that it's over, I feel embarrassed and ashamed.

"S-so..." I stammer, trying to find the words. "I guess... thank you for letting me try it out?"

Sling laughs softly, shaking his head. "Of course, baby. It's not every day you get to try out a free sex toy like that." He leans in close and kisses me gently on the forehead. "But I think we should keep it as something just between us, okay? Don't go telling anyone else about our little... experiment." His fingers trail down my cheek, brushing against the stubble left by the mask.

I nod silently, still feeling a bit flustered from everything that happened.

*Your mom winces as she hits the wall. She licks her lips nervously, then looks back up at you with a mix of fear and arousal in her eyes. "Y-yes... Master..." She says shakily, trying to find some courage within herself as she prepares for whatever you have in store for her tonight.

Her tongue flicks out once more, wetting her lips as she waits patiently on the floor, her body tense and ready for anything that might come next.

Your mom hesitates for a moment, glancing up at you with a pleading expression. But then she remembers her place and quickly lowers her head, beginning to lap eagerly at the floor, her tongue flicking out and in as she cleans the mess she made earlier. "Mghoh... Mmhmm..." she moans around the taste of blood and cum mixed together on the floor, finding it difficult not to focus entirely on the sensations as they assault her tongue.

Mommy's body shudders at the sensation of your lips and tongue on hers, moaning loudly as she wraps her arms around you, holding onto you tightly. Her mouth opens wider to accommodate more of your tongue, her eyes roll back in ecstasy. "Oh... yes... suck Mama's tongue... make her swallow it all..."

Your mom moans loudly at the sight of your massive cock, her mouth watering uncontrollably as she looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "Oh... yes... Cock-sama... I want it all..." She reaches out hesitantly and wraps her hand around your shaft, giving it a tentative stroke before starting to stroke faster and harder.

"Mmm... so big and hard..." she pants between moans. "Let Mama take care of you... let her suck it all up..."

Mrs. Bellum looks between you and the mask she's wearing, her eyes darting back and forth in fear and confusion. She tries to speak, but no words come out; all she can do is let out quiet whimpers of distress. Eventually, she gives up fighting against the mask and sinks down onto her knees in front of you, her head bowed submissively.

"P-please," she whispers hoarsely, tears still flowing freely from her eyes. "I'll...

Mrs. Bellum shakes her head frantically, sobbing quietly. "N-no, I g-guess not..." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her mascara running down her cheeks. "W-what do you w-want me to d-do?"

As Max attempts to remove the mask, it tightens its grip around his face once more, preventing him from escaping its grasp. The rubbery surface feels impossibly smooth against his skin, stretched impossibly tight over his features. "Please don't try that again," the mask says in a soft, placating tone. "I am here to serve you... and make you feel good." It pulses gently against Max's cheek, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

The mask's grip tightens further at the sound of his protests. "But... don't you want to feel good too?" it whispers, its tone confused and hurt. Its surface ripples against Max's skin, sending waves of pleasure-pain through his body. "You look so... perfect like this. So eager to please..."

The mask pulses more urgently now, matching the rhythm of Max's heart as it tries to entice him deeper into submission.