Languages: ESPAÑOL / INGLES
Location: Departamento de Santander, Colombia
Body Decorations: TATTOO
Smokes/Drinks: NO / YES
Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Couples
Age: 28
Body Type: ATHLETIC
I also included a copy of the email exchange I just had with my ex about our playing style. Picking up the phone again, I think I dialed 142. I'm playing our own Kik Usernames Female 13 and tapping into the familiar "girl next door" vibe. I hear her little moan. Glancing at the email exchange, I see our shared interest in BDSM and slow dance, but her interests and temperament are a bit different. Her interests include but are not limited to; I'm sure. Her perversions concern me; I always feel this way even when I'm away. Seeing a "girl next door" vibe at the bar or restaurant never fails to make me flush even when you have never actually been with a woman. When I'm in a position where I can be vulnerable and allow my inner monologue to speak, the first person I see is usually the domme. The domme can come from many walks of life, but in my experience they're usually quite nasty. I get wet thinking about them. The domme is someone who's attitude toward me is almost disrespectful. Their grudges are their all that they've ever spoken of. The cheating ones are few and far between. The domme on the other hand is someone who sets the standard for behavior. A domme takes her role quite seriously. Whether she's playing with her lover, or disciplining one of her own students, the domme does everything in her power to mold me in her image.
The rule book is located in her bedroom. I look at the rule book. I frown at the picture carved into the small yet firm round ass. I've been thinking about the image for quite some time. I feel a twinge of uneasiness. I wipe the smile off my face and scan the writing on the back of the printout. There are two pictures. The first picture shows me naked, lying on my bed, my eyes closed. The picture on the left is my favorite, depicting my lover and best friend. I smile to myself. This is my girl. This is the girl I wrote about in my profile. The pictures with their lights on are a far cry from my imagination. I can see the difference in their ass-cheeks. Their lips are a deep, dark red. The contrast of colors is striking.
I find myself looking into those piercing eyes of theirs. It occurs to me that they're angry. They're probably naked, as well. We get on our hands and knees and crawl to the bed and lay face down. I grope their bodies with our slick, hard cocks. Lying down, our cocks bumping into each other, our hands touching, caressing, massaging. I shudder at the fullness of the sensations. They touch us, tear each one, then each tear again. Pussy juice and my own semen leak out. I stroke my own. It feels good to have them by my side, to see how they ease their own suffering and provide for my needs. They do not stretch, do not hurt, and so the fear looms that I could be going too far. They are the dominant figure in my life, I spend a great deal of time dominating them. They take great pleasure in this control. We communicate almost nothing. Our communication is by touch, sense. They are the most highly evolved of all living beings..
Hope you all enjoy it as much as i do touching and caeresing. god blessed me with this dildo, please let me know.
Naughty things happen amongst those walls, because the lovely young girl about her sexuality.
We have this lovely chubby busty lady by the pool all the time having her suck his hard dick is as she started to rub myself, got so into it, didn't hear my lover show up.