Emily Bloom Snapchat's Profile

Languages: English

Location: LoveLand

Body Decorations: tattoo

Smokes/Drinks: Sometimes

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 26

Body Type: Slender

Emily Bloom Snapchat - Aside from a good angle.

I sashayed away from him but he caught up. I continued to stroke my body, wondering if I was so incredibly hot that taking my dress off would make it all go crazy. The simple answer was no. I sat back on my heels, feeling sexy and powerful. I put my hand on my dress, feeling it tingle, before I tossed it over my shoulder. I slid my other hand down between my legs and played with my cunt. I played with my nipples. Then I stepped over to the side of the sofa and slid the padded arm over my chest, taking my breast in my hand. I squeezed the fullness there, pressing my cheek into the soft blanket. My fingertips fumbled over the raw edges of the teat, pulling the sticky white strands. For a moment I stood still, breathing the sweet smell of myself on air. Then I started moving my body, one foot at a time, in small circles, back and forth, up and down. The shivers that were down my spine the whole time were now streams of sensation, burning like intense firecrackers within me. I could feel them against my naked skin, moving up and down my legs, feeling the carpet bump against my skin.

I could feel my fingernails scratching away the chills I had until now, working their way up my back and making me jump. I put my other foot over the side of the sofa, facing him. My eyes were downcast, but he could see them moving across my body, circling the hot tip of my desire. "So you want to come, don't you?" he cooed, teasingly. "Oh, yeah," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Come on, Emily Bloom Snapchat." He grabbed my feet, pulling them back far enough for me to stand up, straining toward him, my breasts straining against the bright white fabric. I felt him looking down at me, holding the back of my neck, his mouth softly on mine. His warm brown eyes traveled across my body, moving up and down, leaving slight white dots where his kisses touched me, lightly brushing my shoulders. He broke off short quick kisses at first, then deeper and longer, making my nipples stand up and harden even more. His mouth was at my ear again, his tongue tasting a faint hint of me, probing deep in my mouth. I was beginning to come, and he was moving faster, harder. He lifted me off my feet, gathering me in his arms, holding me against his chest. I tried to stop, to speak, but he pushed me back into the chair again. I turned my head, looking directly into his deep brown eyes, frightened at the look in his eyes.

"You're very beautiful, Emily Bloom Snapchat. I think I'm going to rape you right now." I was scared, but incredibly so. I didn't even know where I stood or how I stood; I was completely helpless. His hands were on my legs now, opening them as he wanted, lifting them so I was straddling the floor, my ass and pussy open to his view. I was so wet, so slick, that his hand smelled of leather and carnation. He was touching my breasts, slapping them. His mouth was next to my ear, rough, hungry, and demanding. "Is this what you want? You're going to make me come, aren't you? Are you going to take my cock and fill me with your spit, aren't you?" I nodded my head. "Yes, Emily Bloom Snapchat. I will come. Fill me with your spunk." He laughed, another of my many laughs. "Oh, you poor thing, you really are a slut. Emily Bloom Snapchat, I'll bet you never had a man to play with you like a slut. A man to play with your cunt and ass? I'd bet you never had a man to play with your cock either, huh?.

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