Amandag Streamate Videos - She loves the way it tears my ass.

I sometimes use a blowtorch to turn the water on in the shower, just to rub my clit, though I always shy away from that idea when we're doing it in public. No one is really hurt, except the innocent who can watch and decide for themselves. It's better than nothing, I think, safer than nothing. More comfortable than nothing. SAFE than nothing. W/we arrived at My house, still in the dark, terrified.No cars whizzing past us at high speed in the rain. No man-behind-me-brake-wearing-horn-wielding-tall-coat. No wild-eyed-looking-horny-cat-with-pineapple-tipped-ropes. No...oh, and don't try to follow Me, My little litigar. We drive recklessly through the rain, the wind whistling past our heads in the open carriageway. The road is wide and bumpy; in the rain, rocks and bushes are everywhere. Loudspeakers blasted from above; the car vibrating against the wind like a Amandag Streamate Videos. I growl into the window, cracking open a paper. I shove away the paper, ripping it into several pieces.

The vibrations shoot up through my body like a hot rush of wind, making my nipples harden instantly. I flinch when the rocks press hard into my skin, drawing the sharp intake of breath. I try to remain calm, to imagine W/we are on an asphalt flat. My eyelashes flutter, drawing my eyelashes down. My cheeks are flushing, throbbing. My pussy is also throbbing dangerously, my back arches painfully. I sit the front seat of the car, forcing the rain into a cloud and down the cleft of my buttocks. The sway of my body, pushing the wetness further, intensifying the vibrations. The wire is stripped from my hand, a cold shudder trails over my skin. I stop the car, lift the seat, place my hands in the seat, and slowly raise my body into the air. The trembling stretches out over the car seat, and forms a line, a contour, around my neck, the cold wetness stretching my sides, the pressure building up against the wetness until suddenly I don't feel it at all. My chest heaves, but there is no sound. My back arches, and my buttocks are on fire. Some distance from the car, but not far enough. But not far enough that I am powerless.

The wetness expands, spilling over the shoulder to join the rain on the other side. At last I hear the sound of footsteps behind me. I peer into the darkness of the darkness and quickly lift my head up, dusting myself down quickly. My head starts to swim, then I feel a strong hand grab me around the waist, hoisting me up and solidifying their hold. Then I feel myself being led, lead and secured to the bed frame. I am completely helpless. They know I am unable to resist or fight them. I am their, completely. I am M..."here", they whisper in my ear. I am their, complete. They take off their clothes, laying me there, the shackles keeping me spread. The only sound is of my breathing becoming faster, sharp and rasping in my bonds. Then I feel their hands on my shoulders, moving across my back and ass, brushing my back and shoulders. They know that I am accustomed to this, and have trained me to accept it..