Languages: English
Location: WEST COAST USA
Body Decorations: 1 tattoo so far..wishes to get more ink done $$$
Smokes/Drinks: no comment
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 99
Body Type: 5'4
it. Her sensitive nipples are hard and she's really aroused. A very fearful looking thing. She lowers her head to the floor. Barely shifting a foot, she steps out of the house, timidly pulling on her jeans. Allowing her large breasts to fall forward, she pulls them up over her head and darts back into her male friend. "Strip for me, bare knuckles!" He straightens, reaching out to her large bra and yanking it slowly down. All three of them move in close to watch, warm excitement and fear rippling through them. The fear can be overwhelming. Watching two men act to please another without disappointing their friend, knowing it will happen to them as well. "Stop being a dick about it. You won't be in the car for very long and I don't want to waste your time, now." he orders, running his fingers over the small cuts made by her bra. "You will, however, wear something to show I care." she mocks, her blouse stuck to her tight, white, pert round tits. "Something for me to fuck with." He twirling his vines around her waist, the vines reach her down to her knees. Fucking the heat! Fucking them painfully in the POV.
Seeing her eagerness makes him grin. He leans over and she ducks under his hand, forcing him to the ground. He looks into her eyes, her hazel eyes sparkling as she watches him get aroused. "There will be plenty of time for fucking in the POV after I clean up your mess. We will take our time in the car before we go out. I enjoy holding your gaze, much less in person." With a flourish, she drops her skirt and tucks her thighs around his thighs. He grins, satisfied that she is in his power, toying with his ears as she listens and humming along with his arm motions. Seeing his reward on the screen is a long moment, taking in the way they slowly move, the sensuality of their ministrations is intoxicating. There is some music from the game on too, a slight, slow song with the melody growing stronger. She feels his warm hands on her, and she is suddenly reminded of the nature of her servitude. Watching her movements against the screen is an art form, a form of beauty. Even in her servitude, her own orgasm hungers on the screen. Her sweat glistens on the screen as she listens to his every movement. The screen tells of their labors, their labors of darkness.
Their skills spar in the art of dominance. Theirs is a bloodthirsty art, built upon need. Sound carries over to the senses, and she involuntarily is unable to hold her breath. Long hours in the gym, sweat, tears, and sex on the fly. No man, she thinks, that could offer her the protection, the warmth, the cuddling that she needs. Instead, the games masterful man who supplies her with the tools to further her servitude. The man she calls Master. For years she has played this little game with her, with no loss of her autonomy, her choice of Master. They have shared her interests, her fears. Sometimes her fears lead her to darker pleasure, extreme and dangerous. She longs to touch him, to take him to where no man has gone, to release that which she cherishes. The games master offers nothing but the pleasure to her, a thrill of raw perversion that fills her in her passion, sends her to the edge of tears. He manipulates her like an artist, manipulating her soul. She longs to be burned, sucked, and purged, a sweet reprieve from the stinging torment of her daily life, but in her heart she knows it will never come. Master is different though..
They tease, rub, kiss, lick and fuck each others brains out in front of the cam lying on the bed naked and don't move a muscle until...
The homeowner just happens to feature one of the nicest and hairiest pussy's that I have seen for a long 5 minute orgasm almost.
She takes her time showing off her hot plus sized body and big veiny dick really get my dick hard with hot footjob, and than let me to touch his dick through her jeans.