Languages: English
Location: somewhere
Smokes/Drinks: no
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 46
Pinch my pennant, please." "Turn around and bend over the bed." She bent down, moaning as she did so. He reached between her legs, and caressed her pussy lightly. He ran his fingers down her lips, and looked at her face. Her eyes were on him, like fire, glowing like the night. She sent him into convulsions, like a caged animal in heat. He stopped, and she pulled her knees up into a passionate kiss. A hot rush ran down her belly to her sex, and he returned to his knees. He apologized to her, stroking her body in a soft caress, his fingers lightly tracing over her. He buried his face in her pubic hair, which fell around her face, and his tongue pushed against her. He wriggled his bottom until it sank into her. He spoke to her, his voice thin, his body hot and slippery. "I did not think you could cum until I gave you permission, angel. Allow me to repeat myself." "Please do." "You can." "What does that mean, you don't think I can tell?" He pushed her head back down into her neck, his body sliding down so her breasts were pushed up, her stomach thrusting out.
He pushed his cock back into her throat, pumping it hard. "I can't, you know that bitch can't, right?" "I know. This is the third time this month. He caught me in total indecision. This is the third time in as many weeks. I made love to you, just as he wanted. And I would say that I really liked it." "Well, I'm not totally convinced you like it," he noted, his confidence growing. "Besides, I don't think you're that attractive a woman. Heaven help us. I mean, with all that wonderful body paint and piercings and everything." He winced. "I still think you're pretty, by the way. I might still bed you." "And I still do, Moira. The third time's the same as the first." "I love it," she sighed, her hand going under her skirt and under her panties.
It hurt. She should have closed her legs. She knew he could read her mind. She could tell that he was angry with her for leaving him to train her. He had to be angry with her for not complying with his wishes. She could see the little train whistle she recognized as his favorite. She couldn't believe he was familiar with a song that suited their time together. She had wanted to dance, play together for years, but he insisted on being the silent leader. She delighted in her leadership. She knew she needed to grow into her leadership role, and that paid dividends. She was very different from the other girls her age, she had a strong sense of self-respect, a strong sense of calling people to better understanding. The responsibility to the group always came first. And as a consequence, the boys always came first..
No touching on his behalf, but us three masturbating while sitting on a chair using a vibrator to get the job as a stripper.
He sits next to her and began fondling with her hard erected nipples beeing sensitive to every single touch...
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