Ice Poseidon Chaturbate - She left a job as ahouse keeper.

Her class finished ten spots short of the title. She felt more than a bit of herself during the show. Her thighs, her bum, her breasts all looked as if they had been turned on. Her gentle long hair brought a soft smile to her face. What she didn't know was that the look had a steeped meaning. She didn't just see a charming picture. She was picturing a goddess. The way she sat immodest showed her approval. Her thick wavy hair whipped across her face showed her even more clearly. Nipples so firm and light as driven through her hair showed her moistness. Her stomach taut and flat was emphasising her lips. Her breathing ragged though. "Your nipples are hard and stand to attention. Would you like to keep them that way? No," the stern voice told her. She had dreaded the conversation to this point. This was the first time she had felt threatened by the action.

She stammered out a very good imitation of "No". Her accomplishment impressed him greatly. Satisfied he said, "ok you may put your hands over your head and raise them to your shoulders. You are now securely bolted to the wall." It was becoming a game. The culprit was now revealed to be, as she later thought, a policeman. His hard arm caressed her forehead as he removed her blindfold. She knew well how that felt. His strong hand then caressed her breasts, resting each on their bosoms before the cop forced a lick on her nipple. She sighed as she ground her hips into his hand. Why couldn't she just have sex with him? She had worked hard at it and he knew she loved it. She would do anything for this love of his. She loved to tease him. She felt as if she had a brain on her tits. Talking dirty to him was a joy. He was excited by her desire to confess her feelings.

Sometimes the conversation required two people to speak at the same time. Sometimes three. Her power was in her smiles and her games. She was a very naughty girl. Gently she released her, pulling her gently to him. He was aware of her knickers. She hated knickers. He loved them. She revelled in her wicked little ways. Always looking at his face when he was aroused made her even wetter. Her mouth was a fountain. Refusing to wear a knickers made her look naughty. He loved her naughty ways. She wanted to be worshipped. It excited her to be liked. She was not shy, but respected her people..