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Languages: español

Location: Medellín, Colombia

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

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But, for the love of Bigo Western Auto, I would love to see your art." We stared at each other's bodies, the colors in the wetness glistening on my hands, upon which the significance of the words grew. He reached for my hand, and wrapping himself into it, squeezed as thick as he could. I wondered as to his meaning. What did he hope to gain by humiliating me? To show me that I was a slut, and that he owned me? A whip hung from the ceiling in the shape of a crescent moon, which complemented my long brown hair. I gripped it, in no uncertain terms, and poised myself to walk to the center of the ship. I had never been on a ship before, and was not used to one before. The fear was ingrained in me already. He knew it. He saw it. "I am going to release you now, " he told me, his tone a soft caress of praise. He stood behind me, taking my hand, and placing it on his knee. His eyes looked deep into mine, watching as I moved my fingers to his knee. I could see his heartbeat in the hands of the stranger behind me. His touch sent shivers through my body.

In his slow and gentle voice, he told me how he wanted me. How he wanted me to please him. How he wanted me to belong to him. "Today I am releasing you from the obligation of your submissiveness, " he told me. "Today you prove to yourself that you have the power to be a good slave. " I could see the red flush rise on my front from his words. I nodded my head slightly, as they were echoed in my head by the stranger behind me. In his small, powerful voice he told me to go to my sub. "Kneel, " he said. "And give the stranger head." I quickly complied, knowing this would only deepen my shame. The short, stocky man appeared from behind me, a tall, burly body looking down at me. He wore a shabby dark blue uniform, shabby thin with barely any material between the black stripes and prominent buckles. His hair was trimmed in a style that left many girls wispy under his gaze. My eyes were to the side. I approached him, eager to please him.

I lifted the shirt I had on and, taking his bloated form into my arms, kissed him deeply. Softly at first, then with more desire. His warm lips parted and, taking my mouth in his, he broke the kiss. "This is for you, " he said, his lips moving closer to mine. I continued kissing back, as he moved closer to the edge of madness. The power he displayed over me was unimaginable. I felt as though, for the first time, he could put his hand inside me and feel how wet I was. "You are not as helpless as you allow yourself to be, Slut" he said. "You can change your mind, but you will only give into me. You promised to be my first, and your only slave. That's why I will only do what I'm told to do, and I will give myself very intense pleasure. You will become a wonderful companion, and I promise you will enjoy it." "I can't," I said. "Why not? I've never been with anyone who cares as much as you do, Slut." He said with a grin. "Surely, he can't..

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