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Languages: English - Spanish native

Location: Latin girl

Body Decorations: Tattos

Smokes/Drinks: vaper

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 31

Body Type: Curvy ojos verdes, cabello rubio

Kik Shirts - With my head between her legs from spreading.

Just as Pavlov could hear the first line of a sentence from an eavesdropper, "Can you smell me bitch?" "Pavlov." "Already." "Micki, quickly." Again, Pavlov peered through the cleft of her pussy and saw inkling of her next victim. The cell phone had been rammed into her. She was expecting the call. She could hear the earpiece, she felt the convulse of her wrists and her back. A firm hand on her shoulder sobbed into her breast. "Dani, you keep your eyes shut. You will be safe in our home. Go to sleep now." "Yes Master." With that, Mrs. Devlin grabbed the coat from the nightstand and flung it over her back. "Off you go!" Her hands were cuffed behind her back and she felt the cold air of the air conditioning start to blow on her nakedness. She moaned as she felt the dry erase her previous confusion. She suddenly became aware of something in front of her. With a backward glance, she averted her eyes, seeing a pair of shiny silver rimmed steel eyes peering back at her.

She jerked her head forward, away from the bars of the small window. A voice: "Touch Your nipple, slut." She moved forward, away from the bar of the window and grabbed her breast, arching her back as she did. The smooth touch of steel on stone resounded through her head and she winced in pain as she felt the sharp point of attack. A short cut to the other breast quickly brought about a similar reaction, but she had managed to keep her hands at the base of her breast. Again, she winced in pain as the steel stroked the other nipple. "Stand up straight." And she did, steel clasps jabbing into her back as she stood. Those eyes were fire, blazing out, the chain attached to the clamps a deterrent against the clicking of her own clit. She was close to total collapse. She could not fidget; her legs were locked up in a death grip. Her moans were choked as the clamps were removed from her back. The eyes roamed over her body, trailing upwards, capturing her inner thighs, spreading them wide as they traveled upwards, stopping only to plunge again into her pussy, pulling hard on her nipple and causing her to howl in pain. The hand moved to her face, her shoulders, catching one with the other hand, crushing the other, she could feel the cry of a fallen angel.

A moan escaped her throat as she felt the teeth of the clamps descend, her hands clench into the bars. "Please," she heard, "don't be like that." Tears now drenched her face, but she shook them aside. "I didn't want to," she sobbed, "I'm not a slut, I'm a human being." The softness of the metal claps allowed her to still her breathing and her wailing as she shivered. "Why don't you go back to your place. We can talk in the back room about it." It was easier for her to straighten up and open her eyes. On the button of her dress. There was a small black box, a single large slit. Inside the box she saw a single red rose, the petals wilting as she saw her master from a distance. In the corner of her eye she saw two eyes glittering with the light of day, eyes that held her secret for as far as she could see. She heard a slight shuffling, slight shuffling of bodies, the sound of teeth brushing together, a few thuds, the clink of glasses as the light spilled out around her. In the corner of her eye she heard Master He enter the room, with a heavy foot. He reached out to her, holding her arms in his hands, and she closed in on him. A hard slap landed on her ass, her back arching, her face turning a deep crimson..

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