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Languages: Spanish

Location: your world

Body Decorations: ninguno

Smokes/Drinks: no

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 19

Body Type: slim

Chat Imlive - BF fucks her in a porn theater.

She was injured as punishment. The thug plowed her with his ox-basket. He "pounded" her for lack of a word. The welts on her back sounded haunting. She leaned into his offensive pressure, and cried out. "Porn dominatrix. It's time we both tasted your cock in this bitch's mouth." She was not strong enough to lift her full weight. Somehow her long legs stuck out longer than she could travel. They held her weight, and she felt almost like an extra. He fisted his free hand down again, this time pushing up against her forehead, and she glared at him. "If you flinch, I'll shove my cock down your throat until you yell for mercy." She didn't have a chance to lift herself to her feet. Chat Imlive forced her hands back behind her neck, and chained them to a hook on the ceiling. He set the hooking mechanism to allow for intermittent, large-scale disruptions to the electric grid. The door to the dungeon was pulled open.

Recycling several clothespins, Chat Imlive moved the sensitive female he'd just fucked into position. Taking her tightly bound form into his enormous hands, he spread her wide with one powerful thrust. "Use your head, whore. You're going to make your Master proud of you." He unhooked her hands from the ceiling, and pushed her into a squatting position. He crouched next to her head to keep her quiet. He was suspicious of her previous conduct. Had she been with another man? It took a considerable effort for her to forget about her previous disappointing display of passion. No! This was the real Rubens, she was certain! When Chat Imlive had finished, he reached around her and firmly grasped her big, loose tits. He began pumping slowly into her. She tried to move, but her bound, potent body would not allow her to move much. Her pussy seemed perpetually damp, even in its loose embrace. Chat Imlive reached around her and firmly grasped her ass, slipping his thick shaft in easily. Even in this position, her back arched out away from her, and her breasts were thrust forward, almost pushing out the rear end of their shaped frame.

She almost screamed with the sensation. She let out a tiny, frustrated moan, and then focused her attention on his large, throbbing cock. Her fingers nicked and stroked it. Chat Imlive let out a low grunt, which filled the room. Then, he began fucking in and out of Chat Imlive's tight cunt, in and out, in and out. He felt her constricting around him, twisty road blocks to keep his movements smooth. He was throwing her into a swift flurry of movements, which caused her to suddenly cry out. Bursting forward, he thrust deep inside of her twat, holding her tightly as his thrusts slowed. He felt her contract around him, clamping her thighs around his cock, twitching and moaning as her orgasm built. Finally, he withdrew, holding his shaft and head high in the air above her. Before she could regain her composure, she felt his hot seed spill out of his cock and onto her back. "Do you clean with me, bitch?" Her trembling had been replaced by a raging orgasm. "You do so much better than that!" "Yes, sir." This night was a turning point in Chat Imlive's life. She had found a man who could fill her cunt, and her life was practically the sanguine, if a bit dangerous..

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