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Languages: español

Location: Departamento de Bolivar, Colombia

Interested In: Men

Blackmail Omegle - These teens know how to have some fun together.

I meet them at the end of the night and they decide that they want to fuck. We're thirsty and so are they. Maybe it's drugs or maybe it's alcohol. The drugs maybe. We all secretly want to take a walk around the block. So the drugs come into play. After the drugs arrive, it's left to the will of the madam to decide what to do. Will she give me the green light? Or am I going to have to plead my case to her? Or will she grant me whatever I want? We decide I'm going to have to pay. We set up on the front porch. I had to pee, and now I have no excuse. So I set the building up for safety. The front porch is immaculate, if a bit shabby. I had to tie my dog in the back seat, and that alone made me shudder. I tie my other dog in the same fashion, handcuffs on each wrist, ankles tied to the stanchions. They already have me restrained.

The block and stake combs are dry, so I don't have to stretch them to break them. I put on the sexy outfit that I had laid out for Blackmail Omegle when we met. I had a red dress with a slit in front that went from me to the top of my thighs. It left a fairly large patch of wetness on the top. It left me looking very sexy. I have a thigh-high leather skirt that goes up to my knees. It was very simple in design, with very little hem. The skirt leaves my pussy glistening and my Blackmail Omegle soft. I put on a pair of black leather sandals. The sandals don't block my vision, so I still have the option of looking directly at the crowd. Wearing a white lace thong, very low cut, barely covering my crotch, and very low back. It just jumps to mind when I see a crowd, large and mostly males, mostly indifferent, but they've managed to see the most sexualized female I've seen since I started seeing regular omegle girls. The crowd has an air about it that's sexual and wild. It's very unlike the Street People or the Dommes.

It's very much its own entity. You can feel it even if you're not looking at it. If you look at the crowd, even if you follow their eyes, they can see a sexual undercurrent between the vulgar vulgar, the absurd, the out of the ordinary. They've seen one-eyed men, three-foot men with muscular arms and flailing legs. They've seen freckles, ponytails, thick dark hair...it was amazing to me then, standing there in the parkinglot, completely naked, their eyes wandering over my body. I suppose I was so out of my element, standing in front of this eye of madness, that I broke into a feral scream. It was a roar of pure animalistic lust that just couldn't stop. I was so beyond myself now, standing in the rain, my head swimming with such wild, animal urges that my ears were filled with the sounds of such an intense sexual need that I couldn't stop my high pitched screams even in the rain. The crowd was fairly large and quiet except for a few clusters of people close together. They all seemed to be alone, but they formed a nice, tight, evil circle stopping a couple of feet behind me. They made their way past the car, up a short hill, into an alley, and then, when it was quiet, they moved in together. I was leading one, then the other by the armful. My crotch had hardened so much that the crotch of the thong was obscenely soft and clean. I was so vulnerable at that point, that if I said or did anything, the little chain could still bite me. It just wasn't the kind of crowd one would want to put themselves in front of..

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