Myfreecams Costume - Shes definitely a little on my keyboard, LOL.

You will walk out crying with a smile on your face, Mr. Myfreecams Costume. It is Free. Let's go.And then we will just go inside. I grab the keys to the front door of my Dom's house. It's in the backyard just off the freeway. We will enter through the back gate. She will press the white button that shows you will be going in. I try to look as inconspicuous as I can, but I can barely hide my handsome face. I haven't worn a thing in the whole world except t-shirts and sweat pants. I spring the front door open and hurry inside. As I step into the house, I feel her hands run down my shoulders, down my arms, across my bare back, over my ass and down my crack, right down to my tight skirt. The skirt seems to be completely see-through and sticks up more from my crotch than skirt would normally. I feel her hand caressing my ass cheeks, lightly touching, and gently kneading. She brushes her finger over my puckered hole, sending shivers of excitement through my body. I feel her pressing closer to the entrance, while her other hand circulates around my ass, kneading, pulling, pinning, and stretching my tight ass cheeks.

I feel her moving to the side, away from the entryway, and then she removes her hand from around my ass. The side of her hand brushes over my hairy back, her touch implying that she is rubbing there own clit. I feel her slowly circling my clit, as her hand tries to massage it. The warmth of her hand caresses and solidifies my hole as she touches, and rubs. She then leans down and licks her lips a few times while rubbing her finger over and around my asshole, eliciting an immediate response. She turns her head sideways in an unconscious effort to remove her hand from around my ass. She is rewarded with a brief, but intense, kiss on the ass cheek. She quickly turns away, walking slowly towards the stairs. She looks down at her feet as she turns away from the stairwell. The warm air carries the scent of her sex into her nostrils. She rises slowly, climbs the stairs, and descends into the house. She brings the bag and the cream to her bathroom, emptying it completely. She removes the bag and sets it on the bed. She slips out of the outfit and kneels before the chair. She rises, slowly, to her knees, pausing for a moment, then walks over to the dresser. She retrieves the small, red silk box from the drawer. She stands holding the opened package, examining it closely.

She takes a deep breath in, then slowly unwraps the thin, shiny fabric, slipping it into her pocket. She pursues the box with an iron will, not showing any signs of opening. She bends down, lifts the front of the package, and carefully unwraps it, most of the way. She folds the edges and seals the package. Exhaling, she turns back to face the darkened but warm bedroom entrance. The bedroom has light from several places, but no tints yet. She pauses for a moment, and then rises again, slowly, and silently. She extends the package to herself. She turns, her dark-brown eyes transfixed on the package, which she swiftly unclips with a small red star. She places the open package on the bed. It will take some time to unwrap it. She pauses again, crosses to the dresser, and returns to the bed. She places the open package there, as ordered, on the bed. She folds her arms and crosses to the other side of the bed. She does not mark the package with hand. She opens it, then quietly closes the package's silken ribbon..