“Remove that shirt.” Ryan demanded. So I stopped pinching my nipples and quickly removed my shirt. My breasts jiggled until that sat still on my chest again.“Ahhhhhhhhh…….FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I’M GONNA CUM ALL OVER
THESE TITS!” Ryan cried out. As he let out this cry, I could feel the pulsating of his dick unloading his hot
cream across my big tits. He must have unloaded a pint of cum. As he pulled away from me and his warm jizz
drizzled out of his dick hole unto my tits. He watched his cream drip from my tits. He
liked to watch the mess he would make. After admiring his handy work; he helped me up and kissed my
lips.
Tag: Light bondage
pain slut
I know the rules and can’t even go with any guy. My master doesn’t allow me to date anyone or sleep with anyone he disapproves of, and of course, he would never dare to let me do things out of his control. After my semester, I noticed someone who wanted to hang out with me. We started a friendship, and he eventually tried to take me out on dates, but I knew I had to hide my relationship from my master. Bad idea that the sunflower field spot we would meet up became the environment of quite a beating. Bdsm chat was one thing, but now he was going to take me and use me and torture me for fucking another guy. I had to strip my clothes off after he blindfolded me. There in the sunflower field, he made me his punching bag. After fucking me to almost death, he made sure I never did it again,
I make Cock worshiping look like art
As a cock worshiping slut, I’m very lucky that my name is Zella, it makes writing my name on your cock with thick lipstick and kisses a lot easier. Lots of simple straight lines. The “a” gets a little tricky at the end, but you could say I’m used to pulling tricks. That may have been a dirty pun but I promise you it’s going to be the least dirty part of any time you spend with me. I will worship your cock like it is a god and the only way I can eat is by swallowing your load. I promise I’m a good girl that likes to drink all her milk and I’d never be so wasteful as to let a drop hit the floor, no matter which pair of lips I’m using at the moment, and I promise it will be both as I milk you dry and show you cum eating phone sex all night long.
I know what I am, as a cheap whore I belong on my knees until the rug burn leaves them bright red, matching my lipstick all over your cock and balls. It will be a fitting compliment to my brightly colored mascara running down my face from the tears, my body trying to work past just how huge you are as I choke on you. I love a dick so big I have to struggle, it makes the cum so much sweeter, it really drills into any man that his cum is more important to me than air. It’s a simple decision to force you as far down in my throat as I can manage, always struggling to get just another inch down my airway so I can properly take in its magnitude and greatness. As a cum slut phone sex whore,I’ll suck for hours if it means even one more thick load of cum to drink down from your swollen cock.
held hostage by a maniac
All I can think about is when I was held hostage by a deranged man. Since then, I can only climax if I am tied up like a bondage sex slave. A submissive slut like me can no longer see the value in herself. Women should know that men rule. It’s a man’s world, and that’s how it should always be. That’s how it has always been, and that’s how it should always stay. Fuck all this equal rights shit. I want to be beneath a man, Bow Down, doing as he says when he says. My pussycat belongs to men. Now is the time to stop all this foolishness and submit. I want you to choke me until I take my last breath. Show me who is in charge.
submissive whore wakes up to torture
My dates usually go pretty well. I never have to give up any one-night stands. When I matched with a guy who was originally from France, I was so excited. French men always seem so sensual.
He began to tell me a lot about himself and assured me he wouldn’t want any one-night stand. Marcel saw a future with me that was quite bright and heart racing. It was an odd way to state it, but not too long after that particular conversation, id realized what he meant.
When we began our date, we didn’t want it to end. We went to his place, and he quickly asked me to drink with him. I only had one glass of red wine. Merlot is my fave, so that I couldn’t say no. After a few sips, I was all forgetful and stumbling. All I could see were lights. He began to talk about bondage chat right before the lights. Marcel whispered into my ear; it’s only a nightmare your dreaming.
I woke up on all fours, drenched with blood and plastered with bruises.