Languages: español
Location: Medellín, Colombia
Body Decorations: Yes
Smokes/Drinks: Sometimes
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 21
Body Type: Petite
He then informs me that the computer a per head more than capable of running W/18 simultaneously. And this gives me a huge 'turn on'. I activate the 'recording' button and go for it. I listen for sound but there is not enough room for all that I'm hearing. I also am aware that my Master has just left the room. I hear footsteps before I feel a hand touch my shoulder. My blood begins to race here. I look up, to see a woman. Her eyes are dark with a smoldering fire. A warm, soft hand caresses my cheek. I shiver. My hands roam over her body as a child would. Lightly, slowly, I caress her. I reach to the leather shoes that bind her feet. I undo the knots.
Her heart beat in sharp relief. A flush rises over her skin. As my hands bring her feet to a halt, her hands rise above her head and her feet drop to the floor. “Over to the left one,” my Master instructs. She takes a step to the right. Her brown hair is brushed lightly across her face. A smile crosses her lips. Slowly she takes a step towards the left one. As she does, the hand behind her moves to the front of her upper body. A quick, but sharp slap lands on the side of her face. “Don’t look at me” my Master warns, “let me free this instant if you wish to look at me.” “Beg your Master” she whispers. I move to her side and take a step back. “I will hurt you,” my Master whispers in her ear. “or you will regret it.” “Don’t touch me” my Master instructs.
“You will not move from this spot.” Her hands remain at the ready on the floor in front of her. My Master reaches down and raises her face to meet mine. “Get on your knees,” my Master tells her. She raises her hands to the ready, awaiting my command. In one quick movement she has her eyes down on the floor. Without hesitation, I strike her with the looped belt. With a sharp intake of breath, she recites the words I have spoken to her for the last four years. “Tear the paper I gave you off” I run my hand over the belt buckle, “demanding that she accept my apology.” She spreads the paper over the foot of the bed. Using her hands, she scrubs the tears away from her face. I move over to the foot of the bed. I reach down with my left hand and pull the belt from my belt loops. With my right hand I bring the belt up in the air. “You will wear this belt only for my pleasure.” I tell her. She starts with a yelp. “What do you want?” “For me to come to you..
Hiade is a hot blonde with big fuckin' titties.
So when she came in.
Those tits are so huge that she can handle rounds of intense licking, sucking, fucking and creampies.