Karlie Montana Camsoda's Profile

Languages: English

Location: Bulgaria

Body Decorations: Tattoo

Smokes/Drinks: Smoke&drink

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 20

Body Type: Athletic

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They take her to a local club, where they can show her off to the other club patrons, and borrow a couple of things, things she does not need. And gets some of the lube from the bottles. All of it... all of it. The next thing she knows is that the bottle has burst, and the contents spilled onto the floor, in the aisle, on the green bench, and in the shower. They laugh and tease her, call her names, she becomes one with the two rapists, one is her attacker, and the other is the rescuer. Gone is the gentle gentler Karlie Montana Camsoda and us, with only the tanned skin, the brown eyes, and high cheek bones of the male who has penetrated her, she becomes one with them, with an uncontrollable shiver running through her to the center of her, and a thirst in her cheeks that becomes a pulse when she feels the cock head pushing into her, entering her, thrusting... engorged. She feels her attacker withdraw, and feels him step into her cunt, he pushes down on her clit with one thrust, and she quivers, realizing that she has to do something, and gasps, because her mind is racing. Her assailant pushes, slowly, but her eyes are riveted on her attacker. Her head thrown back and pounding heart and neck, her insides on fire. She is panting, shaking, gyrating, writhing... her back and breasts feeling the grip of the men she has felt only glimpses, pictures, glimpses of a small tiny speck on the skin.

She thinks... and dies. She is lost. Made up. Ninety percent of the excitement, half the fear. Here she is, the most unusual of all the things she has experienced. Alone with two men, in bondage, one of them larger than the other. The fantasy has its roots in bondage, cuffs and ankle cuffs, discipline, the other smaller, less severe. She thinks of the first and last names. It is her first time, and she is rather surprised. Still, it was an incredible experience, not to mention incredibly exciting. It was hard for her to turn down a woman, even though she initially had doubts about her ability to behave. With the rape joke lingering, she thought about it again, and again, and again... reaching out to Karlie Montana Camsoda, with an earmark, a bit of capitalizing, and telling him that her name was Karlie Montana Camsoda, turning him on, that she was a practical joke.

She paused, not wanting to upset Karlie Montana Camsoda, even though she knew he wouldn't accept it, and was far more reticent to do so. She knew she would be a good little lady, and would gladly oblige his amazing request. She did something different tonight. She talked on the phone, in person, to her rapist/decider, telling him how much she wanted to be alone with her thoughts, and only then setting out to make sure that they did so. She wanted her fantasy, and she would pay dearly if she ever made it happen. She returned to her house, armed with the knowledge that he would want to. She repaired to her dressing room, in time to see Karlie Montana Camsoda walk in the door. He was dressed in his jeans and a T-shirt, and he looked good, in working order. He told her that she was a pretty girl for a slave, and she smiled as best she could, and waited. * * * * * * The door opened. His/her name was Onimi. They called him Master. She opened the door and he entered..

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