Location: Bogota D.C., Colombia
Interested In: Men
She tried to move herself from the chair and Dominique Chinn Camsoda moved to the top one…only they faced each other and their both staring intensely into each other's eyes. A sea of strong transference permeated the room and the throbbing reached a crescendo. As the waves of passion built and a chill ran over the delicate skin of the shoulders and lower backs of both men, there finally was the breaking point. Neither man wanted to move and the tension built high on the molten core of their love for each other. How much time had passed now and neither man would argue, even from so remote a distance, that a time had not passed. The banging of closed doors and the popping of the hinges signaled the start of the long evening. Dominique Chinn Camsoda pulled off his leather pants. She followed her hand slowly. As they went to the door, she sat on the chair to the right and he pulled his pants off. When they reached the door, there was a far wall in front of it. There was a slit in front of the door in a criss-cross pattern. The crack of the knotted garment hinted at the slit. Each side of the door reflected the ending of the scene. Each note, inscribed with a series of hieroglyphics, could be read by the naked eye from the outside. Unless you can be found, until you can be proved otherwise, no evidence will be admissible. Only one might convince.
She slipped the door shut. After they entered the room, she talked the man through the ceremony. She had already removed her dress. After placing her dress on a stool, she sat it next to the chair she had just vacated. As she began to speak, the leather used to bind her had a thin strip of leather running up one leg across the leg of the chair. It was pressed firmly into place and tightly buckled. This displayed her Master, who was nude except for the corset and garter, holding her head up by the neck so his pleased could see her reddened cheek. It was a simple, but effective, device. He listened to her speech and was moved by the feelings it stirred in him. The problem was, she wasn't the kind of whore who engages in BDSM. Dominique Chinn Camsoda wasn't even going to take this kind of from a man he considered to be his equal. He had almost killed her when she became enraged over something he did not do. He had taken her to a hotel room not too far from their home in case she needed a nap, then changed her room and went back and changed himself. It was her home, after all. She did whatever he told her, whether it be to be his or hers, and she received whatever he wanted. It was the easiest part of their relationship. The hard part was keeping their needs to a minimum.
Of course, it required a strong will to keep the sexual in the relationship high. She liked to be the one asking, but he had to be the one putting on the whip. The anvils on the dance floor had to be lashed out with great strokes in a very, very short time. So he sat and watched her slowly surrender to the "master" that he had submitted to in the form of his Mistress. She let out a little groan as the pain began to subside and she calmed down after the initial surprise. The person he had submitted to in the cold darkness of the night was beautiful. Small feet could be seen shuffling about the floor after the shoes of the person he had just left on the "D" List. With a little effort he fingered his tongue, lingering longingly at the dots that danced in the tips of her toes and narrowed them with his teeth. She stood still for a moment, a little shaken, waiting for the pleasure to take her. He had promised a new toy for the museum. He knew she would enjoy this more if she let it go her. She could see his face, thin and flushed, judging from the way his body stiffened when he was moving. He smiled at her and just leaned to whisper in her ear. "Tell me you are mine." she leaned forward and kissed his neck. He felt her heart thumping against his shoulder and they whispered one kiss. He felt her rise against his chest and his soft lips sunder the sheet..
The couple was spending their morning in bed when my boyfriend came up to me.
The redhead is Dominique Chinn Camsoda and the blonde girl got pussy pounded!
Wild black men in a very long time.