Bongacams Taissa's Profile

Languages: Français/english

Location: Dans ton lit / in your bed❤️

Body Decorations: Chaîne de taille /waist chain/ temporaire tatoo quelquefois

Smokes/Drinks: Yes/oui

Interested In: Women, Men, Trans

Age: 43

Body Type: Curvy/ Voluptueuse /all natural

Bongacams Taissa - Here's Bongacams Taissa and her sister were watching.

The sister quickly hopped on the bed, flipped on the strips of leather, placed her in the position she was in, bound her hands and feet, and quickly then proceeded to put the other two in the same fashion, bending her body backwards and forwards, extremely stretching her body. After strapping her stomach from the back of the bed she had her ass over her head and her cock firmly under her arse. Going into the bathroom she emerged holding a handbag with several small bottles of various libations on it. Inside her handbag she found some shaving cream, hot water, and some oil. Immediately she made a smooth shaved Bongacams Taissa of her tight round ass and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock filling her mouth. Taking the soap she rubbed the full length of him and pressed the tip of her tongue hard against him. She soon had several hairy licks on him and on his leg, on the other leg her tongue teased around the same spot and then again up the inner thigh. She was enjoying the play of his hand and clit, but her tongue and lips were in a god-damned lot more fun to work with. Her red head throbbed as she strained to stay still. Then she felt his hand coming down over her butt. She flinched, turned slightly to avoid it and masterfully avoided the slap that clamped onto her defenseless ass. She never quite made out the whole scene but she was dimly lit and handsome and in the amazingly comfortable corset, short skirt and stirrups she was draping gracefully over the bench where the bench blades dangled limply in the air. Master bent over and flicked on the light. The rays shimmered on the bench and in the soft musk of her body and a trembling slipped from her constricted lips. He pulled his arm back rapidly then let it drop straight down to rest at her ass.

The screeching of the feathers woke her from the slumber. She got up and brushed herself down before shivering again. She noticed a shiver running through her from the excitement of this evening. She wiped the sweat out of her brow and hurriedly finished dressing for bed. In the morning she was to report to Master on her progress and sitting her sore bum would not help her to her promised sunrise. She flung on her clothes and staggered out the door shouting, "Strip Master, show your pet the pleasure this net will give her." The subbies scurried to remove her garters and panties before they darkened the en-suite windows. Stretching her arms and legs wide she paused for a moment, thoughtfully, "Turn on the lights Master, turn on the lights." She could hear the sound of running water in the shower stall. Ah but this is a different shower she thought, this one should be able to excite her. She removed her t-shirt and bra, allowing the water to run down her breasts. She peeled off her shoes and socks and moved to the door. After entering she pulled the heavy wooden door shut behind her and climbed out with trembling legs. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it slip from her arms. She dashed out of the shower, into the living room, paused for a moment to tie a blindfold on her, then ran back into it. She unlocked the door, ran to the desk and dropped to her knees before it closed behind her.

Her hands trembled as she began to bolt down the stairs. Master watched quietly from the corner of his eye as her body was so exposed. Her back was toward him and her chest was still sheath-deep in a not unpleasant way. He could almost see the little stirrups obscuring her lovely breasts though. The fabric of her sundress lay loosely against her tumera and down her arms. She was quite beautiful. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Nooo!" she started to say, but was cut short by the snap of a handcuffs. She slumped painfully forward into the couch and the handcuffs were next. She raised her head but the cuffs cut her voice out of her head. She scrambled again, her eyes moving back and forth between the covers. "Master?" she was cut off as the next several cuffs were added. She felt something soft on her back. It was the silk covering her back. It was encircling her rib cage, slowly but surely. She strained against the silk and blew softly, hoping it would enable her to crawl..

Pictures of Bongacams Taissa

Videos of Bongacams Taissa

Related Models