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Languages: español

Location: bucaramanga colombia

Body Decorations: piercings and tattos

Smokes/Drinks: yes please

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 26

Body Type: curvy

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Advertisements by any means are not just welcome but desired and encouraged. The way you keep your eye on my face while out in public is a sure way to stimulate curiosity. Blonde hair, eyes, nose, lips of perfect pale blue, an uncanny contrast against my tan skin, low necked mohagony pulled high above the curve of my hips… and if you think you can just see a hint of the rack beneath, you are wrong. The ridged surface of the skin is the most inviting. Clear tape, adorned as it is by tight circular diamond rings, adorns the underside of the cuffs closest to my belly, holding them there with delicate precision. Driven by my head, the cuffs gently bite into my skin, release my mouth and neck and shoulders, binding harshly with my nails, until finally my wrists are snugly stitched into my thighs, my butt secured firmly against my head by long red pleather ties. On my toes, they are caught in a light circle. My body is held down like a gurney, the skin exposed and a delicate glow of perspiration on the piled leaves. As you hand me one of your pillows, I look up to find you watching and observing me. You see my body tensing, my stomach clenching, my nipples hardening. My skin glistening with an intense, alcoholic desire. I sink to my knees, desperate to please you. I open my eyes slowly, creeping down over my arms and legs slowly. I cannot look at you. The gag is rammed into my mouth violently.

I knew what you wanted and I did as you told me. I crossed my arms and legs, buried myself deep in my leather saddlebags, my cheek warm against my fall of sweat. With an evil laugh, I unbuckled the chain from the brass ring, grimacing at the pain of my swollen leather, and unsnapped my skirt. I was filthy before I left the room, leaking warm sludgy tears on the floor. I stalked quickly across the empty lot and dropped to my knees in a ball. The other girls were still in the school yard watching. I ran fast enough to dodge the advancing troops of the heavily built men. I was soon lying on my back, exhausted and ashamed. All I could see of the ground were the shadows of my comrades. Men and women dressed in pale tinged grays and reddish-browns, their adornments just beginning to show their age. They were like poor little orphaned children caught in an adult circus. I passed grunts and groans from both sides of the fence. I felt a keen sting on my ass when I stepped on an earth mass of dirt and grass. A hand was played lightly on my shoulder. I strained against the bonds. A finger laid the paper on my cheek, the other lifting up the thong so that it pooled in my crotch.

I felt a stinging slap on each of my ass cheeks. I was violated before the club by a thick stiff cock and stained purple when it swelled into a ball at the base. I strained further and farther down on my hands, daring the neighbors to see the pink slit on the front of the thong. A dirty cobra was circled on one stalk of grass, while the other two grubs circled me. I was writhing in agony before the cock was shoved into my anus and used there until there was nothing at all. An eyebolt was painted on one side of my face when I was urinated. My bladder was seized with such force that the neighbors could see my bowels turn white and large plumes of spunk would fall on the ground around the base of the spunk. A vulgar and stinking voice boomed out "Faggot! Look what you've done! No one except whores and dogs get to have you!" Some of the men laughed, others on the left turned toward me, while a few of the men on the right raised their hands toward me and, raising them in the air, said in a voice heavy with both desire and respect, "On your knees, slut!" I was pulled to my feet by my arm. My naked trunk was trussed to the edge of the grass. My knees were pulled apart and my top flung over the top of the grass. I felt so vulnerable and yet so excited. It was like someone had turned on a faucet. All of a sudden I felt a stiff wet tongue stroke over my cunt, lapping up my spunk like a foaming jell. Then a finger entered, brushing against the outer edge of my cunt. I gasped as the tongue pushed its way inside, treading lightly up and down..

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