I was in 'submissive' mode, since, occasionally, it's my turn...
I told him and I could see that cynical smile spreading across his lips.
He knew already... He managed to grunt, while taking off his belt.
With that leather, I tied my wrists to my back.
He thought he already had me submissive and that should give him something more valuable.
He took me by the chin, forcing me to look at him.
He told me I was the worst of whores and deserved to be punished for it.
I bit my lips so as not to laugh in her face.
I was in submissive style and I felt well slutty, but not because of him...
He ripped off my skirt and was left ecstatic, gazing at my thong and black tights.
I told him if something was happening and he stammered, trying to compose himself a bit.
I could see the tremendous erection that barely could hide its underwear.
He put me on my knees over the bed and secured the chain to the collar around my neck.
I pulled that chain, making my head go back. I liked that.
His enormous and rigid virility leaned against my buttocks, still hidden inside that small piece of cloth. It felt good, hard, throbbing, aggressive.
Her fingers slid my thong to one side.
I closed my eyes, anticipating a violent and hard penetration, like I wanted.
But then, a long sigh and a mournful cry filled the room.
I turned my head to see the disaster behind me.
The moisture stain on her slip now indicated that submission wouldn't be as I had expected. At least, not so rigid, nor so furious...
I told him and I could see that cynical smile spreading across his lips.
He knew already... He managed to grunt, while taking off his belt.
With that leather, I tied my wrists to my back.
He thought he already had me submissive and that should give him something more valuable.
He took me by the chin, forcing me to look at him.
He told me I was the worst of whores and deserved to be punished for it.
I bit my lips so as not to laugh in her face.
I was in submissive style and I felt well slutty, but not because of him...
He ripped off my skirt and was left ecstatic, gazing at my thong and black tights.
I told him if something was happening and he stammered, trying to compose himself a bit.
I could see the tremendous erection that barely could hide its underwear.
He put me on my knees over the bed and secured the chain to the collar around my neck.
I pulled that chain, making my head go back. I liked that.
His enormous and rigid virility leaned against my buttocks, still hidden inside that small piece of cloth. It felt good, hard, throbbing, aggressive.
Her fingers slid my thong to one side.
I closed my eyes, anticipating a violent and hard penetration, like I wanted.
But then, a long sigh and a mournful cry filled the room.
I turned my head to see the disaster behind me.
The moisture stain on her slip now indicated that submission wouldn't be as I had expected. At least, not so rigid, nor so furious...
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