Faerie Chaturbate - Fetish Dolly is moaning in passion with every thrust.

My first time at home was a fluke.It started out as a very intense orgasm, but quickly faded.I did not realize it, until I heard the unmistakable words...from Faerie Chaturbate, "CUM, SLUT." As the hot cum explodes in me, the hardest and fastest I've ever felt was at about the same time as that of the orgasm, giving me a total out of control. I have never been able to stop, let alone fade, from even a small touch, let alone a strong orgasm. Since then, I have learned how to control myself. I cum in small spurts, both from sheer excitement, and from the realization that I am a source of liquid, which can be pumped and held in a variety of ways. I pump sex before I orgasm, and during sex I often pump it after, keeping the orgasmal spasms very intense. Handful after hand of hair has been pulled into wild knots, leaving strange geometric patterns on my face, legs, and even in my mouth. I watch her, silently admiring myself in the mirror. I masturbate, often very strong and intense orgasms, while watching her. I have developed a taste for hot, sharp sexual pain. I masturbate with long strokes, sometimes several, while on the phone, and many times I will squeeze my aching nipples until they are very red, and then I will bring my mouth up and bite down on them very hard. I have learned how to apply a sharp dress of ice to my clitoris, and I watch her, milking her sex for all she is worth. I keep a tight rein on my Faerie Chaturbate, and as I slowly withdraw my hand, it is replaced by a hot hard penis. I pump it, pausing occasionally while she is pausing. I take the opportunity to shove my cock down her throat, which she takes eagerly. This is another way I can train my Faerie Chaturbate, if she accepts.

I alternately shove my cock down her throat, giving her a firm grip, and helping her as she wiggles her ass. I pat her butt as I slide my long shaft down. This also gives me a good opening for a strong spanking, as I can see her ass is getting red. Her ass is getting very red. This is another way in which we work together. I prefer that way, as it gives me more freedom, but in a more subtle and subtle way. The best sodas have blades that leave a very slight trail when stretched over a stiff surface. An inverted V shape with a blade fixed to the centre makes a Sodas blade, which can be rotated and the flat surface can be kneaded. A double edged blade is fixed to the rear of the butt-cheeks of each butt-cheek. This is a wicked evil. There are two faces on either side of the V shaped blade, the one with the grinning teeth and the other half masked by a fluffy cloak of tangled hair that covers the half of the face. The masked half face is a pain to deal with as it pulls the hair in unpredictable directions. Once the hair is pulled in, the V shape on the back of the blade becomes a ¾"-thick" that I can quickly deal with, even with very little pull. I deal with the pain by shifting my weight on the foot of the chair.

This returns the V shaped blade to it's normal place, ready and waiting. I am now dealt with. There are four blades in the V shaped head, each two millimetres long. The beautiful white tiger stripes that adorn the V-shaped side of the handle are what hold the blade together. The tiger stripes are very stiff and dangerous. The rear of the knife moves under the V-shaped handle, with the blade resting on the seat of the V-shaped foot. The handle bars of the chair are long, almost stretching the skin. As the V-shaped handlebars get higher, the blade gets wider, until it is about ½" across. The F-shaped blade is strong and well balanced. And there is the classic double leaf, with a single row of tiny grooves along the spine. This blade will rip with just one strike. I began to push the V-shaped blade with my left hand, then the handle bars again, and this time the rip is even stronger. When the ripped V-shaped blade of the V-shaped blade met the V-shaped handlebars of the chair, I felt the waves of the orgasmic shudder that start in your belly and work their way down to your groin. The pathetic attempt of the orgasmic shudder to escape from your belly to the crotch of the chair is in vain. The overwhelming intensity of the orgasm is such that you find yourself gasping, not fully sure of what you just did, and are struggling to find a way out of this disorientating haze..