Caelan draws down on-command to her domineering, mentally-ingrained mistress. A good fuckslut like herself gave no question to her mistress' orders. On her hands-and-knees at the foot of Smugness' throne, she'd bring herself up to that pillaring, bared girldick as it flumped down the edge of it, her tongue dragging down the length of the shaft to coat it in a nice, starting layer of saliva. Her tongue nimbly slathering the vein criss-crossed length, she'd let out a whorish groan, complacently dragging herself down to those rounded, fattened balls with a brainless smile stretched across her features. Her bronzed features coming to draw down to the musky bottom-half of it, she'd let her tongue dole out, bringing the end of her wet, darting muscle to start circling around the circumference of those weighted cum-containers, her lips unable to wipe the absent-minded smirk they kept perpetually-plastered as she began to worship - hard. Her slow circles of her tongue soon came to sound like drawn-out, lengthy slurps of her lips, the woman essentially cleaning those fattened jizz-tanks with her tongue, swiping across every inch of Smugness' cum-packed nuts with *vigor*, her hand dragged up the shaft as she worked. Slick from anxious sweat and the prior swab of her tongue over her queens oversized girlcock, she'd get to work, her hand grasping into a loose fist as she began to swipe up-and-down, thrusting again and again into the palm of her bronzed hand as she milked that cock like a farmer working a cow - with more care, obviously. She wasn't about to get her mistress upset /this/ early into her session - she wanted the prize at the end; the thick, alabaster jizz that would plume out - but she knew her mistress wouldn't give it to her if she made her angry. Instead, Caelan trod carefully - as carefully as an eager cumslut like herself could - to avoid pissing her off, tentatively stroking Smugness off through quick, darting, rapid-fire strokes of her size. All-the-whilst, the sounds of eager, alternating slurps from her sack would be heard, muffled from just how fucking /thick/ those balls were. They were probably even overbeared by the sound of her virile slop turning over itself inside, Caelan just getting started on her worship for her mistress. It was evidently hard for a recepticle for superior girl-dick such as herself to keep it together in this situation - to not just bend over and beg for Smugness to fuck a virile load into her waiting, sopping cunt, but she managed, /somehow/, to avoid breaking down and pleading.

Enough that she moved onto the next stage of her mouth-worshipping - her frame drawing down until her bronzed stature sat on it's hands-and-knees directly before that pampered, worshipped girldick. Her lips still sopping with saliva, and her chin drizzled with a thin glaze of her pearlesceant tongue-juice, Caelan looked brainless - perfect to keep going. Her face remained stretched to a whorish grin as she dragged herself up to that thick, rounded tip of that girldick, her lips stretching to a wide-lipped 'O' as she bought herself down onto it. She came to envelope the tip in a slow, meticulous movement around it, her tongue swiveling around the tip as she found her mouth entirely vacuumed onto that throbbing, bulbous helmet. Suckling jizz straight-from-the-source, she'd give another quiet, muffled giggle in retort to it, her lips half-cocked to a miring smirk as she stared up to her uncaring, probably unphased queen. This was a day in the life for her, and Caelan - being a broken, brainless cocksleeve - had no real purpose but to just sit there and inhale that fat, she-stud fuckstick. That was her job, after all, and as she massaged those godly glands, she'd slowly unravel her mouth, bringing it to rest just above the top of the cock's head. Her mouth puckering to a kissing stance, she'd bring those plush, browned lips to the head again, smearing them with precum as she began to lather them across the top, giving an impromptu, probably out-of-place (for a cock) kiss to the tip of that size, a plant of her lips that soon became more drawn out as time passed. What started as a brief peck turned into... well, a make-out session with that dick, her lips as dumb as can be all-the-whilst as she kept her mouth pressed taut to it, her tongue even slipping past as it joined the french-kissing fray around that size. Another slutty giggle came over her as the tip of her tongue drew up to tantilizingly tease across her cum-slit, prodding and poking before pushing forth a tad, spreading it apart to leak cockslop into her waiting maw, drizzling her tastebuds with noxious ballbroth to leave her drug-like addiction sated, for at least a little bit. Continuing to french kiss for a small while longer, she'd eventually draw back. Her eyes diluted a tad, and she seemed... invigorated. Caelan wanted more, and as her mouth dragged back down, it was clear as to how she'd get it - her lips colliding once again as she came to the tip.

This time, she didn't hold back. Her tongue forced it's way past the initial entry into that piss-slit, coming to sheathe down Smugness' shaft as she dragged herself as far down that fat, oversized, godly cock as her body would allow, her tongue spooning that cock-cream as directly as it could from her girldick's tip. Each droplet of the alabaster slime that drooled into her mouth flickered Caelan's face to an ahegao, her expression dragged to an erotically-enthused, eyes-rolled-back face as her mind was wiped again and again, forcing her to a grinning, brainless glare into nothingness. This kept going - over and over - as her mistress seeped cum into her maw, that brain-melting substance drawing her already overjoyed cumsleeve into nothingness, her very being absorbed into being little more than a subservient suckslut for her daddy. She couldn't keep going, though - not forever - and as her tongue wraggled and writhed it's way out of her queen's urethra, strands of jizz would connect the two together, dragged out as she evacuated her nimble muscle from inside, before allowing it to drape and dangle down her chin as it came to free from the confines of that cock's interior. Giggling quietly, Caelan reached for her nape, dragging her hand up through the stuff before coming to slurp it away from her fingers, plucking her own saliva away as she greedily gobbled down whatever leftover taste of girlcock she could possibly muster up.

The home straight was nearing. After a long, loooong session of worship, it was time for Caelan to get what she wanted - but, of course, her mistress wouldn't just let her take that jizz in her maw. No, no - that bronzed, bimbo bitch had to [i]wear[/i] daddy's load before she could taste it - and she would do just that, her fat cow-tits coming to wrap around the base of that slobber-coated dick. Beginning to ever-so-slowly bump her chest up-and-down, thrusting the tip of that gigantic girldick up her cleavage, she'd let out quiet, squeaking, quivering breaths of excitement, her lips spread wide as she started to thrust that dick as far up her cleavage as it would stretch, pampering each networked vein of her life-sized cock with her rounded, tanned fuckpillows. Squeaks were soon replaced with giddy, girlish giggles as the precum-slathered tip of that pillaging bitchbreaker was thrust into her lips again, the jizzrag smiling madly as she parted her lips to make way for that titanic, she-stud cock. Her tongue rolling over the underside, tantalizing the bottom, she'd let her queen feel every touch and taunt of her subservient tongue as her hips came to buckle up, forcing her cocksleeve to deepthroat her titfucking pillar, forcing gags and groans past as she was brutalized against it. None of pain nor displeasure, though - to have her daddy pay even a modicum of attention was enough for Caelan to shiver, her body happy to take the punishment as her size came to unholster from her bulging, bronze throat. Slathered and sheened with saliva, it'd be all-the-better for fucking her jiggling, fat tits now, the paizuri made quicker, louder, and harsher from that glaze of throat-slime lubricating that bumpy, veiny prick, slicking it's motions until it started to throb and pulse, those weighty jizztanks starting to tense and churn with their impending eruption. The thick stream of precum soon came to stop as Caelan managed to finally milk her daddy to her apex, that tanned cockslut wide-eyed and dumbly smiling at the opportunity to be coated - no, [i]painted[/i] with that volcanically-hot, overtly virile nut. And yet, as her mistress approached her limit, and the glaze of off-white slop stopped covering her rounded tits, she kept going - powering through to milk as powerful of a climax as she could from that demonic rod. She [b]needed[/b] as big of a load as she could be force-fed - as much protein as she could possibly gorge herself on from those fat rivulets as she could devour before being rutted and bred like the brainless jizz-incubator she was, her existence reduced to little more than being a worshipper to that cock - a tool that Smugness used to fuck and ruin when she wanted a worthless, easy whore to get off inside of. A waiting womb for her to overflow with jizz, to breed more willing, worshipping lineage for her mistress to break. As those thoughts passed through Caelan's head - the debased mentality of being reduced to a less-than-human rag - the titfucking continued, and she was left drooling, her legs quivering as she let out a drawn-out howl. The pathetic, vapid-brained slut was cumming from just the sheer thought of how useless she was - and she timed it just right to get showed by daddy's load. All her worshipping had been paid off with a thick coating of cum, rivulets erupting into pencil-thick ropes from that mind-crushing dick, showering her form with contrasting streaks of off-white, musk-reeking jizz across her tanned, sweat-and-saliva stricken frame. Hell, the stuff even showered her down to her cunt, leaving those quivering, post-climax lips doused in the thin remnants of whatever had managed to shower itself down from her bathing in the stuff.

And Caelan loved it. She loved her Daddy's cock. Forever.