Kissa Streamate - A cameraman who knows what she wants.

Kissa Streamate is nude except for her bra, where her breasts hang heavily, her smooth skin perfectly framed by her short dark hair and her creamy skin. "Let's shoot some pictures and have them on the web when we get home." Just then Lil Bubs is sitting in the chair, impatient to watch, she begins. Her attention quickly changes to Kissa Streamate, and she starts speaking. "You wouldn't want a phone tapped without permission, would you pet?" Kissa Streamate shakes her head, "Never master." "Would you like me to keep quiet?" She trembles and shakes her head. "You may speak only one word My slut," says Kissa Streamate calmly. "Yes mistress." Tears begin to fall from her eyes as her voice breaks. "Keep quiet slut." "Yes mistress." As she says this Bubs takes a roll of duct tape and turns Kissa Streamate's terrified, hiding in plain sight. Kissa Streamate is absolutely mortified. Her hands move to her belt and pull it, painfully pulling her tits and belly wide apart. She glares at Bubs, then at her tormentors. Kissa Streamate calms herself. She knows better than to speak. Bubs takes her hand and pushes a button.

The loud DC motor spins and pushes a long strip of duct tape across Kissa Streamate's stomach just before she begins to pull it to her mouth. "Thoroughly suck your mistress." Things are very, very, very slow for now for Kissa Streamate and Dakota. She is losing her own momentum. Her captors have finished with an earnest soapy spongejob on Kissa Streamate and now they are about to have their own little whore. Dakota is busying around the house cleaning and is teasing her ass. A flogger is laid out in the corner with three perfectly good leather thongs and blue nylon swabs. She is soaked. Dakota has a clear, white plastic baggie which she pulls out of the plastic baggie with a loud SLAP. "Go ahead kitty, taste kitty. Say you want my cock. Say you want my cum." Very slowly Kissa Streamate stretches out to hug her tormentors. She can feel their naked, sweaty bodies pressed hard against her.

Mmmmmmm, she likes this, she likes the feel of a hot, wet, smooth blowjob on her hot, she knows she can't get any bigger. She slowly lies on the ground, in the restraints her captors put on her. "Move you legs up now. Gently, quickly you need to move them up so your tits can fall where ever you want them to fall." Slowly she rises up on her toes, her hips gently hovering over the edge of the padded bench. Her captors now lean over Kissa Streamate's helpless knees. Dakota slowly runs her fingers over Kissa Streamate's smooth shaven pussy, gently touching and gently rolling her hardening clit. Deep inside, she can feel how wet Kissa Streamate is, how much she wants this. "Do you want to cum, pet? I know you do. NOW." They lift Kissa Streamate up so her ass is almost vertical, leaving her cunt gaping and her pussy swollen from their caressing. Her limbs are outstretched, straining to Kissa Streamate's demands that she please cum. Dakota circles Kissa Streamate's ass, her full, sucking lips invading Kissa Streamate's forever, sucking, licking, and stroking her puckered asshole. The two women circle Kissa Streamate, her back arching, her breasts springing forward, her green nipples poking through her shirt. The two ladies begin a playful teasing caress of Kissa Streamate's body, using her body's strange, fetishized, and taboo areas..