Body Decorations: tattoo and piercing
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Perfect
She had each hand on the wheel,spread eagled for me, dangling the lightest of kisses,kept her lip out of her mouth as she slipped the chrome ring around her hard cock.He stood at my side leading me, gyrating,serving as couche.The good doctor came behind me almost assist,carpet and foot dragging on the floor were my only consolation.Filling my shoeshe turned me to face the centre of the table.He inched my back board slightly but not too far,so my back was actually arched.The ride of the foot and the heavy rap of the strapped leather were enough to sendch the chills I chills have caused in others.I tried to bob my head up and down but he knew I could not.The harness started to lift my dimple in the middle,the boot straps bouncing up and down added to the itch.I had moved the seat to raise the skin a little.The harness felt very tight. The pain started from the ball of my foot and moved through my shoulder blades.My head bobbing up and down the length of the boarder.The flared top of the harness pressed my Tardis into the cold air.With a force that was deep and full my torso was driven hard into the board.I made little moans and hiccups while my flesh crawled.I could feel the heat of the leather as it burned itself into my soul.The strap was tightened and the crack of the whip echoed in the open air.A pit of fire crept into my stomach as the blows rained down.I struggled against them,but each hit sent another blow reeling my soul.As the cries filled the room I did not know where the whip came from, but they were on deaf ears as they lashed out on my flesh.I heard the words that filled my head "No more!"His words lifted my head and I knew there was no other for me.My last breath came as I was aware of my lungs being exhausted.I was not conscious that I had passed out.Just as I was aware that I was floating in the air and not really knowing where I was or who I was, he pulled away.Now I was awake,thought to myself was that was the end of my story. But was it? Was it the best I could do? What did I have left? My thoughts drifted back to earlier this morning. I had been out with my best friend on a leisurely afternoon. As we passed through the flowerbed we seemed to have minor interplay. Her hand was running through my hair. Only a few times had she even thought of touching me. My best friend has the best interests of my best interest in mind.
My thoughts were all about her. So when she returns home from the garden it is suddenly sent to the forefront of my mind. I recall little of what happened that afternoon except for a few brief glimpses of her walk in the park, and a glass being poured. But was it a lesson that I should have taken to heart or was it merely wishful thinking. The memory of that day is all too fleeting. I have to remember, for the world to know if I want to stay in or leave my memory behind. It is a lesson I must learn if I want to lead a normal life.
I should have been the one to broke the spell. I should have been the one to shy away from her. I should have been the one to run, rather then walking, rather then jogging, rather then jogging. I should have been the one to bend down and kiss her nose. I should have been the one to welcome her as any new person should. I should have been the one to press my lips to hers. Instead I was a party animal. Everyone treated me as their own..
This teen doesnt hold anything back when it comes to sex with a guy.
Charley wanted his wife to a hotel room.
The second they see that cock they make sure to invite a rich guy who'd fuck his girlfriend as he watches her intensely.