Then, Miss Chara undoes my chains. She then snaps a double-ended dog-collar on me, putting the other end on herself. My end had silver spikes around it, with a gold buckle at the back, and a leather lead, going to her end, which was pure black leather. The feeling of the cold, steel studs on the inside of the collar, pressing on my neck felt relaxing, yet invigorating. "I'm ready," I whispered sensually into her ear.
I then shoved my throbbing, phantom cock, straight up her. "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh," she moaned as I pulverised her senses, and opened her spectacular pussy. As her vaginal fluids flowed over my groin, I pulled her closer and pressed my glowing, yellow, phantom tongue between her breasts, intrusively wiggling it, firmly grasping her ample buttocks.
I then transformed into my rage form, as Miss Chara fell back in surprise and awe. She slowly turned over and jiggled her booty, signaling for me to come closer. As I approached, she clamped her ass over my dick, and shoved me into the wall. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" She screamed in ecstasy, as I went balls-deep in her ass.
I grabbed her breasts, and firmly milked them. The juices poring all over the floor. The feeling of disappointment slowly arose, and so we decided to lick each other all over. "Ohh, you get me so good." exclaimed Miss Chara, "Get me harder, I need you. I need you so bad." "Hold me closer." "Oh, it feels so good." "You know it baby!" "DO IT HARdER" We both shouted at the top of our already dying voices, "I'm coming, Mommy!"