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Languages: English

Location: BeatyLand:)

Body Decorations: tattoo

Smokes/Drinks: 4:20

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples

Age: 22

Body Type: Slim

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Unable to stand it, I shoot all over my filthy lucer and quickly crawl back inside where I quickly tied her screaming cunt-lips down. She is looking up into mine, hardcore in her gaze. The come from her pussy looks delicious as she watches me spill the juice into her mouth. I walk to a chair and kneel before her demanding her hand please be placed on my throbbing cock. "asked for my hand," she hisses. "not a hair on it." Noticing a small red bruise on my raised palm, she motions for me to bend over and place my hands on my groin. As I am bent over she runs her hand over and over the red welt that has formed there. Resting my cock on my knees, I start to harden, eager for her hand to be on me some time soon. She moves closer still, turning her head to me in an even more menacing pose. She strains against her bared flesh and pulls on her calf muscles, sending electrical impulses up my arm. "Would you like me to remove the blindfold?" she asks. "yes," I reply through forced lips. She raises her eyebrows in an attempt to confuse me, "but why?" she asks, obviously wondering why she has come this far. Satisfied that I can keep my cool she sits back on her heels in a heap. Removing her heavy bondage ropes from her, she crawls over to a nearby chair and rises to her feet, still wearing her welt-less clothes.

Blinking back at me the last time we are within earshot of her, she sounds shocked and disoriented. Tauntingly she bites down on her lower lip and wipes it on her cheek, earning a quick slap from me. "No, it hurts, oh please don't!" she begs impatiently. "That's better," I reply, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. It is then that I realize she has my face in her hands, attempting to pull me down onto my knees has made me practically do as she has requested. Stopping suddenly, she looks up at me, "Don't forget, pet, you can try to touch me all you want, but you won't get it." All the while she is speaking to me, she is looking down at my handsome face and I know she is leaning forward, reducing the contact that would otherwise be fatal. Suddenly, she turns her head to the side, much to my dismay, and I see the promise of a belt. Placing her hand on her thigh, she rises to her feet again, carefully walking so that her skirt is pulled up. Lifting one leg she walks it up her leg, placing the other just below her crotch, using her hand to caress my arm. She sets her foot on the chair and turns to face me, placing her feet just behind me on the chair seat. Welock eyes and a small smirk forms on both our faces. With her free hand she moves to the side pocket of her skirt and pulls a knife out of it. She then opens the jacket and straddles me, the cool air of the air supporting her knife. With her other hand she caresses my stomach and introduces it to her friend's waiting mouth. She repeats the process with my left arm, adding a third wrist and the fourth and last cuff to my hand.

I push to my knees, she pushes me back. Standing in front of me her hand glides up under the skirt of my blouse, up my leg, under my skirt, around my waist and chest, and then back up again. "Now dress yourself," she orders. I quickly dress, remembering, as I was leaving, that I am to wear shorts and a see through blouse. She leaves the room and returns with a pair of shoulder pads and a pair of thigh high ankle high ankle high ankle boots. Following her instructions I stand and head to the door. Just as we enter the hotel I raise my eyes, noticing that she has returned with our guest. We wait for her arrival for a half hour, watching her hands slowly slide over her body, through her blouse and skirt, over her underwear, her shoes and then up her calf and thigh. Suddenly she is there, standing in front of me, straightening her skirt, reaching behind her to unhook the quick release on her bra. Holding her tightly by the waist she pushes me to my knees. We kiss for a few minutes and then she pulls away. Catching her hair I tug it out of her face, she joins me in the living room. She stands, I expect her to repeat the process but she does not. Instead, she pulls her skirt around to just above her waist, and again she pulls her skirt up and to one side. I am in front of her, with her legs apart, except for the waist, from waist to ankles..

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