Languages: English 💜
Location: Cb universe 💜
Smokes/Drinks: Occasionally 💜
Interested In: Men
Age: 24
Body Type: Petite 💜
A walk in the park, shorts, a sun jacket, the steps on the dock, blushing rear view mirror, I was standing in a cool breeze with a cool salty breeze moving over me, keeping my long hair up and back, the mustang out of the way, white cotton shirt unbuttoned and unzipped, holding up the long hair in my hand. And the sneakers, out of the blue, the socks, out of the back, the shorts out of the front with the heels in the shorts. The reflection was perfect, an angel, or a hood. I was playing with my hair, and she was watching, falling to her knees, back arched, clothes pinched. I had when I had over taken her; she saw, her head was down, hands knuckles flashing, and tears running down her cheeks. I had cleaned up, dressed, and was standing behind her, taking a cool hit from the cane. "On your feet. I want to see it. You better." The last thing I saw was a boot under the skirt of a dark green sundress with tiny black ankle high boots, with a rounded knee-high stock, the straps running vertically across the midriff of the sundress. She was sobbing, but still fighting to stay on her feet. "Oh, Lord, I am sorry. What...did I do, I mauled your ass, Sir?" The black leather boots were visible just under her black stockings, her long blonde hair down.
She was wearing one that said 'Vintage Vogue'. "You need to be cleaned up, you little slut." The cane whistled past her head as I swung it hard, creating streaks across her ass cheeks. "Oh, please, Sir, Please, Please, I wont do anything if you are not cuffed, please?" "I already told you I would not make you cum, slut." She sobbed quietly, but her bottom was now literally on fire, her breathing barely even. I kept the cane moving on her bottom, across her cheeks, and then back up, near her cunt. "Please, Sir, please, please," she begged. "I need to be cuffed," I told her firmly. "Are you sure?" The noise was loud, angry, and shocked. I had never talked with a woman talk like that. I had never cussed her. "C-c-c-c-k-k-k-k-k," she groaned as my hand smacked her ass, making her jump and moan. "Y-your pussy is tingling, slut," I grinned, placing the spit soaked cane over her cheek. "You want a cigarette, don't you?" "Y-yes, Sir," she hissed, tears spilling onto the floor. I smacked her bottom again, harder, but her bottom still stung.
"U-u-u-u-o-o-u-h-h," she panted. "Tell me what you want, whore," I said, stoking the cane in between my own hand and the fire. "I need a cigarette." "What do you want, Mr. Camsoda Havana?" "A hot, dry drake." It was another long pause, and after waiting I turned the fire down to medium. "Give it to me," I said, and while she pleaded with me to burn the other volleys, I made my hand hand-writing lewdly on the side of the chair, IN HER BODY, which she gracefully exposed for my pleasure. I let the short barrel of tobacco, as it was about to leave, stand in the middle of the lounge. She laughed, tears spilling out around it. I took it from her delicately, and carefully lit the whole binder down on the opposite end of the fire. Now while the smoke was still thick in the air, I offered her my arm. I was carrying the rest of the cigar, along with the brand. The ghost of Camsoda Havana was haunting her. This shouldn't be a problem..
Camsoda Havana removes her panties and they can?t keep their hands off each other, especially horny Ocelot.
He explodes across her cute face with cum and scoops it off with a bang, she goes right to work on his newly found prostate a little more.
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