Languages: Spanish/English
Location: Antioquia, Colombia
Body Decorations: yes/yes see for yourself and enjoy
Smokes/Drinks: no/sometimes
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 19
Body Type: slim/sensual/seductive/a divine temptation
He's not doing much with himself this time, it's just him and me.He's in such a state...I really can't help but to adore him. His natural sweet blackness hides behind the simple cotton/polyester blend of knits he wears.In the mirror hung you can see a beautiful chest heave of steam rising from a flowing plaid. His breathing is deeper, more ragged. He's aware that it's my eyes that are piercing into him...the coldness I feel in them speaks of a soul searching, a burning desire. You know he has a soul searching, too. Watching you spin, turning when suddenly seeing something behind you. A hand reaches out to me...and pulls me gently to you...staring me into the eye of the mirror. A small, deep smile curls on his lips. I trace my cheek across your shoulder, gently pressing myself into you. Slowly, carefully, the strides I'm making feel harder and harder, until finally I can't stand it anymore. An arm goes around my waist, and a hand rises, rubbing my growing wet crotch.
A finger trail, catching the look of desire, touches me there, deeply. My head is thrown back, and I'm pinned against you...my heart racing. You lower your head, and kiss me, our tongues join, the heat of our bodies meet, burning like heat from the sun. A small, pleading moan escapes me. You tease me, kissing at first, then faster, pulling away when I whimper, looking pleadingly into your eyes. A mouth covers mine, and I try to rise to meet you. You push me away, and I back into the darkness of the mirror, clenching my teeth, remembering the punishment I'll receive at his whim. You can see the hesitation on my end, as I realize I cannot and will not obey his every command. A whimper of defeat crosses my lips. In the mirror behind me, I see a small, clear drop of my shampoo run down. My hands cup it, running the wet finger over my cheek, then down the crease of my shoulder, to the small of my back.
The cool air of the mirror touches my shoulder. My soft, pale ass is so pleasantly shaven. Watching myself in the mirror, you can see the shining shine of my long, red hair, barely clinging to my body. A wicked smile curves my dark lips. A finger trail down my back, rising over my hip, kisses me lightly there. A finger trail, under my skirt, runs down my blouse, over my arm, to the small of my back. The light spreader has made my skirt ride up in the air. My nipples look bright red, and I can almost see them under the material. The drop of the shampoo is just a drop, I think to myself. I make a small noise, and put my hand on my hips. A wicked smile spreads over my face, and I laugh, then bite my lower lip..
I love to play dirty games with her slaves, in particular games that involve tormenting their dicks.
It starts romantic with kissing and holding, but its not long before theyre providing her with pleasure.
Barb is laying on the couch and slides her hands down to her cherry.