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Languages: español/ingles

Location: southamerica

Body Decorations: yes

Smokes/Drinks: sometimes

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 22

Body Type: Athletic / Atletico

Bat Kik - These two lesbians really know how to use her lips.

. You cannot hide your smile. The foreshortened one cupped Bat Kik's half open cunt and the other shortened one just under her clit. Sara looked up at my dark handsome face and slightly narrowed her eyes for my pleasure. The woman with the attractive face thrust herself between my legs, so nice and pink, and inserted my finger into my sopping wet pussy. If I had a camera I would see the man-child and their faces would almost look alike, despite the color of their skin and the fact that I could see the prominent tufts of pubic hair already on my face. That's the girl I met on that hot bus two nights ago. I took pictures of her and post them on Myself. It would make it easier for everyone if they recognized me when I reappeared in this new location. It's nice to take pictures of ourselves when we're with our lovers, especially when they're so obviously excited by our company. With cellphones and the like it's hard to hide our sexual desires and vulnerabilities. I remember the excitement I had when I first laid eyes on that other woman, and the pride I took in my self-portrait. It showed off my ability to convey my feelings and some of the more subtle sexual hints that ran throughout my personality. This girl and I struck up a sexual association that allowed me to capture moments I would otherwise have wanted to leave unexposed. I could tell that she was used to servicing men because she was so unpretentious, confident even.

She reminded me of who I was, and what I was and did. I got a clearer view of who this person was and what I wanted. She was someone who was in charge. She was familiar to me, and that was a good thing. Unfortunately, it also gave me a clearer perception of who and what she was going to make next. Although she had erotic stories that electrified me as a teenager, I never imagined I would one day have the opportunity to work with both of these men. I often chatted with Bat Kik about his personal taste in men, and he always insisted that I get out of my shell before falling in with the group. Although it was a luxury I never afforded him, I never failed to please him or her. Throughout my work with them I observed their everyday routine. It was common to them. I would sit by their side and watch their simple lives. Their playthings, or tools for their pleasures. I longed to know what they required of a man and a goddess. I often fantasized about what life would be like with me and one evening I ventured out to my apartment to find out. I went to bed right away, only to return the next morning.

This was becoming a chore, something I hadn't previously considered. It was becoming a season of visits. I had found myself sitting and thinking about these men, they were so unlike the typical definition of a slave. I would often find myself lapsing into submissive territory, as I'd need to bring myself to a heightened level of arousal. It was a relief to have the nights to just sit and think of the experience and not have to be tethered to my husband. But then again, it was a struggle for me to remain on my diet, as I rarely ate when we visited. By early evening, I was in the park with the water and the birds, and in the mood to enjoy myself. My husband was playing basketball right in front of me, and I found myself licking my lips, as I heard a men's voice behind me. It was the voice of my hero. The voice I so wanted to hear. I needed to hear. "Hey slave, how's your husband doing?" "Not well. My hero just passed away. I assume he's either asleep or in bed." "Nod if you would like, but he's very old and probably needs to come to work, or something." There I sat, wasting my time until one of the men, finally spoke. "What do you want me to do, I.D.N..

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