She gave me another deion of herself, so I might recognize her. Last night, I gave myself a long nice shower in preparation for today, and I thought of our hot chats. "Wow, I did..." she started to say when I interrupted her harshly by aiming a spray of pee straight at her face. I wondered if her mind wasn't dirtier than she would let on, because now she was "in the mood" she didn't know any boundaries. She had a few clunky rings on her fingers and several bangles that clattered on her wrist.
(We didn't feel comfortable sending photos at the time.) I just said she'd know it's me - that's how it is as a redhead, you'll get noticed. And I just peed nicely on my hand and rubbed it all over my tits while I thought of you doing that to me. What she couldn't swallow she let run down her tits, where it dripped on the floor. "Blast my cunt, slave," I replied and pulled my twat wide open.
So I drive to our meeting point and the whole time I'm thinking about what I might do with her when I meet her. After all, I masturbated several times with her, and she knows more about my secret longings than anyone else. You know, like that one time." I nodded and remembered one of our chats, when we found out we both liked water sports. When I was finished, her white top was soaking wet and had a yellow stain. She licked the last drops out of my pubic hair and then looked up at me. I wanted her to look deep inside my hole, into the muff of her mistress, which she had to obey and be obedient to.
Her hair was long, straight and black, and her face was pretty, in a classical, regal looking way. She pushed in as hard as she could and filled my cunt like nothing before. When I regained my senses, she was sucking the rest of the pussy slime off my labia and rubbed her nose in my bush.
Tất nhiên, đó không phải nghề không kiếm ra tiền hay làm những chuyện khuất tất.
Ngược lại còn rất “sang” nhưngnhững nghề của chồng dễ làm vợ khổ.
From the market square we went on a walk down towards the river. "The way I know us we rather piss on beauty standards." Martina didn't say anything but steered the boat towards a small overgrown island close by. When we got there, we got off the boat and walked naked through the thicket until we were sure nobody could see us. I heard her gasp for air, but she bravely pushed back.
Martina reached for my hand and held it and we walked hand in hand along the shore. Then she turned to me and said: "Look at me mistress. I want to be all yours and nobody elses." I smiled. Her slit was stretching and I pushed the plug in with my thumbs.