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Languages: Spanish/English

Location: Medellin, Colombia

Body Decorations: Tattoo, Piercings ♥

Smokes/Drinks: Social ♥ 420 ♥

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Body Type: Perfect curvy ♥

45 Omegle - Her favorite way to have sex with older men.

"You may pick what is in your mouth," 45 Omegle said then, beckoning with his free hand to hold her chin in his hand. "If you swallow, you'll probably choke on your own cock." As his hand caressed her face, she swallowed thinking of the stream of sputter she just shot out to escape his ministrations. And still he moved his hands over her body, stroking her thighs and massaging her ass, still she trembled, growing more advanced with every movement. Pausing to caress her back, the inside of her thighs, and occasionally dipping his fingers into her cunt, Andrés became more aggressive as he moved into her. Her nipples, still hard, hardened even pink from his fingers, began to harden as he pinched and twisted them. Her hands clenched in his hair as she tried to catch her breath, pausing to roll her head to the side or to rub her aching clit. "You may call me Master if you wish," he said matter of factly, "but you are no longer my slave. You are my slave tonight, and I will only allow you to do what you wish." He let her eyes roam over his skin, down to the floor where his prick was pointing straight up, almost to her face. He could see her responding…a small squeak escaping her lips. She was displeased. He smiled. In her eyes lay the essence of their attraction. She would do as she wished, but he would not allow her to do so. That is his decision. He made a decision. Slowly, he moved his nose down between her asscheeks, allowing a pucker of his own to pop out.

She moaned and began to writhe under his touch. He watched her movements, his eyes roaming over her body, analyzing them. He was well aware of what he was doing to her, but…maybe it was the excitement? She could feel her body stiffening. She opened her legs further, hoping he would not follow through with his plans. He slowly walked down her street, his eyes leaving her body a hard and warm red. He had to turn to the side and look in the back to see if she was hearing him, but it didn't matter. She was lost in her feelings, her uneasiness growing. It all seemed so strange, feeling so foreign. He was surprised her feelings of freedom, as opposed to the control he had felt moments before. He felt a voidness in her, something that she had felt before, but which was much more intense, because now she was experiencing it in another way. It all seemed so foreign. He didn't care. Her feelings were too raw and raw for words, so he approached her from a different angle. He ran his hands down her body, over her back, spreading her cheeks and softly brushing her puckered lips. With his tongue, he gently traced her tenderized body.

Slowly, he worked his way up, licking her neck, earlobe and then brushing shoulders with her firm breasts. She shivered. It was all so new. He was glad she had been thrust into his arms. She turned her head and opened her eyes. He walked around the city to her house. Nothing. She didn't see him. Again. She turned and examined her. Her ass was wet, and he could see that her back was flushing. He moved to stand beside her. It was cold. He broke the silence, and she turned and looked at him, her lips pursed in her depths. "Please, Master. I am yours..

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