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Languages: English - Spanish

Location: Colombia

Body Decorations: Tattoos

Smokes/Drinks: No / No

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Body Type: Skinny

"Flirt59Free" - My cock and a whole lot hornier.

I reach down to my open sex and from some secret places I insert two fingers and inch them into my cunt, pumping them hard. Fucking myself with them. Then I pull the stuffs off and from another place I insert a third. We fucking go on like this for about 24 minutes, then I pull out of my hole and go down to my feet in my hands with a glass of milk and a plate in front of me. My mouth covers hers and I start suckling her boobs. I take one off and put it in my mouth, and the other off as I slide my tongue over her nipple, and then I do the same to her pussy. Next thing I hear is her voice saying, I fucking love you.. She then walks away, her robe open showing her little black bra, with the chains dangling from her nipples and through the hooks at her corset. She is standing there in a chair, with the arm length passed to her by a customer, and standing with her hands at the shoulder pointing at me the customer is able to see the black lace bra with the loose white cups. She slowly squats so that her full breasts are on display, to the crotch of the loose caressing skirt, to the knee length skirt, and down to her pussy. She straightens up, and points to me the freshened outfit she has on. She pulls down her blouse and reveals her now wet pussy, she points to my face. I lick up the juices as she points towards me, and then I start to lick up the crevices on the inside of her thighs. She then grabs hold of the bottle of vodka, and smacks the back of her hand on the door. She then walks out of the room, and I hurry back inside to finish getting the finishing touches to her décolleté. When I return she is nowhere to be found.

I start to tighten the belt on the stocking, and when the belt is adjusted it jumps out of the shoe and re-enters the room. She is dressed in a tight black mini skirt with red stitching, which shows off her long legs and the red highlights on her midriff. She carefully applies the stockings to the front of her skirt, with red lace panties, red garter and fishnets. She sits in a chair opposite the door, and stares at me. The belt has jumped out of the belt loop, and she points it to the floor. As she raises her arm she lets me catch a glimpse of her panties before she passes them back to me. She then walks back over to the wall where I had been waiting for her. She marks the wall with the clothes pins, then lays the pins on the clothespins, and follows my marks with her own. When the clothespins are just about the right height, she applies two more, which are raised just high enough so that they sit on the clothespins. I can hear her muttering under her breath, as she holds her wrists crossed over her head. She takes a couple of steps back from the wall, and points to me. I am waiting for her with my semi-ere head buried in her crotch. She reaches out to touch the pin system, and while crossing the pin line, pauses just long enough to raise the alert. She crosses the line again, and waits. She returns to touching the clothespins, and lifts her arm just high enough so that I am about a foot or so above her crotch.

She applies just a little more pressure, and rises slowly, until her arm is just a little above her heart. She picks up the bra, and slowly unbuttons it, folding it over herself. She lowers her arms, and slowly unclips the bra, taking away just the hook. She folds it again, then leaves it on the seat. This time I catch the skirt in the folds, and she steps out of it. As her heels are touching the floor, she turns to the dress. As she walks back over to the wall with the clothespins, she makes a sharp turn facing away from me. I look into her eyes for a second, and then start to move toward her. I am disappointed she turned her back to me, because I know that look. She usually goes to the bathroom when this looks like she is going to the toilet. She comes back with another pair of clothespins. If she were still sitting on the toilet, I might have noticed, but she got up, and quickly got into the next room. Her left hand applies the clothespins, and she turns slowly, and puts them into place. The sharp clothespins make my nipples harden just a little, and I have to push back my head to keep from crying out. I don't want to look at her, because I know she can do this to me. Her right hand flicks at the raised clothespins..

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