Scarlett Sage Streamate's Profile

Languages: English, Italian

Location: Paradise <3

Body Decorations: piercings

Smokes/Drinks: NO/Sometimes

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 24

Body Type: Petite

Scarlett Sage Streamate - I shot this video for an excellent massage.

You can see the little line of darkness between my puffy red ass cheeks. I know I just barely cover my cunt. Scarlett then told me to go to an overstuffed chair in the corner of the room and wait. My oversaid robe slipped up over my body, covering my shoulders, neck and crown. I lay down on the chair and wait. In the darkness that permeates the room, each and every sound or light stroke or touch seems to trigger an intense series of sensations. Like an attack of lightning, or an icemetary rain, they seem to spring from nowhere and dance or trickle down from the highest plateau and over the most porous thing - causing that little drop of water that makes such exquisite pleasure or such extraordinary pain. Yes, I said the words, but they resonated, like a child on a strings of accident, covering my soul and my body, and I was afraid. You see, I was all set to go to this cinema anyway. I had to get out of town. The car was to the parkinglot. My purse was hidden. I put it on the seat to stretch my legs out and to make myself visible. My eyes formed an impossible stare into the darkness that divided them and rippled across my body like a wave of rushing water. Scarlett didn't look down.

Her smile suggested that she did. She said nothing. She just stared. I tried to move my head, but it wouldn't move, impossible with my head turned away and my eyes riveted on the screen. Each touch of the mirror, each soft kiss and wet lick of my mouth seemed to be sending that one particular sensation away and, in some ways, toward another. I tried to move away from the screen but the hand that was firmly tracing over my ass seemed to be angling toward me and I was glued to the screen. I tried to speak, but I couldn't, the speech was held in my tight throat. My body was on fire. I was afraid. I started to move my head against the hand's representation of my ass but that only sent another reminder to move away. I tried to turn my head but that only made my nipples point in that direction and, in some ways, away from me. The hand repeated it's frantic pace and then I was gasping, my cheeks swollen with need. I started moving my head against the hand's representation of my ass but this only drew more frustrated blows and, at times, tears. I felt myself getting aroused and, once again, between blows was being forced down by these arms which were so wonderfully thick and thin, holding me prisoner, melting my body in a molten furnace. The hand that was clamping down on my pussy moved to my breast and there on contact with my nipple an orgasm started to grow.

I nearly blacked out but stopped when that same hand was raking up my legs. I tried to move away from the hand that was now running up my thighs but that only moved me toward it and, through the fingers of the other hand, the hand tried to find my entrance. That's when I realized I had shaved before. I was standing there naked with cum running down my legs and on the floor. When the door opened I was surprised, but not alarmed. I turned my head, surprised. There was Scarlett Sage Streamate, smiling at me. She had run into my apartment last night and her key was in my hand. "You're dressed to kill." She said in that comforting voice of hers that seemed to know where we were and when. "You've done quite nicely." She turned and smiled a wicked little smile. "Your costume is gorgeous." She reached across her shoulders and clicked her heels on her boots. I had to give it a little tug to bring it up just above her breast so she could see. "Oh, you're beautiful." Came Scarlett Sage Streamate's voice. "Looks like we found someone new." Came Scarlett Sage Streamate's voice. Scarlett Sage Streamate walked over and picked up the phone..

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