Languages: Russia,English
Location: 💓Your DREAM💓
Body Decorations: No
Smokes/Drinks: no/no
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 20
Body Type: 💓athletic💓
So I drove back here tonight, dressed in only my stockings and one shoe, having barely covered my arse. So you have to take it out. You can't do it hot enough. So I pushed my shorts down and my polish over my cunt and make myself feel warm. You have to give me head. You have to shove your cock into my mouth. This takes some getting used to, but you do it. I am delighted. It turns me on so much. It makes me crave humiliation even more. You had a head start, but once I got the hang of it, you started to tease me, playing with my clit and taking my cock. And after, you would force me to eat your mess. Finally I started to beg you, but you would never allow it. Then the phone was on the speaker and I could hear your smug sultry chuckle in the background. Suddenly I felt completely indignant. I was humiliated.
I had been on the phone all night. When was the last time I had been called to a room and asked to be a slut? And to cum in my mouth, with a phone ringing while I was doing it. I was really beginning to feel the warmth build in my tummy. Then I looked down and saw my reflection in the full length of the mirror. That, too, had been some sort of humiliation. I was kneeling and gazing at the floor. I had stripped completely. His pleasure. I was slightly flushed and ashamed. He had been so dominant. He had dominated me. Now he was going to take his entire right hand from my breast to my cunt, then to my ass, while I made myself look as helpless as possible. All I could see was my reflection. Then he would leave the room. I would be so horny. I ran down the hall to my room, determined to finish my half-finished breakfast.
When I stepped into my room, it was as though I had been hit in the gut. The knock came at the door. He opened it and motioned for me to enter. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I felt a warm gush to fill my belly. My hands trembled as I went in. He pushed my head back to the floor. I felt the bug through my cloth blouse. It was alive and it was biting. What had I done? I felt him through it. Found my muscles, again and again. The sharp pain hit me like a blow. And I was going to die. I could feel it taking over my body. I barely made it through the door. I felt him at the foot of my bed. I was gasping, "Please..
The bitch wastes no time getting down to the business and takes a peak at her juicy hole.
This is a real turn on for me to make more for mee?
She left a job as ahouse keeper.