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I laugh with my same vigorous voice. "Finns anger is understandable, but not quite." The apple pie enters my eye. It's so juicy, and so much more delicious. "But not quite!" I tease. You're only half looking. You stare into my green eyes and plead silently for your torment. "Forgive me!" you begin, but I cut you off. "Be still!" I pull out my two remaining fingers and fasten them tight with the cuffs. I can see you biting your lower lip and shudder in indecisiveness. "You know the law does not allow you to speak." I quickly push you back to the chair. I spread my legs and wrap my hands both in and around the chair's armrest. You can feel my heat with all the twists and turns of the chair. You feel so exposed and vulnerable and embarrassed. But still begging, "Please, please don't stop." "I will never let you talk unless you ask for it." I whisper softly.
I thrust the apple into your mouth. I can't resist tasting the spice and the fruit. I follow your eyes in by reflex, admiring the powers of my little slave. As my fingers part the apple, I see your eyes roll up and close in horror, and you involuntarily cry out. It's so overwhelming. You're so tired, you feel nauseous. You can't think. You just want to die. The force of your orgasm crashes through your body and drives you into a intense state of arousal, even though you could've stopped. The slap of my thigh against your cheek sends your head flying into the other side of the chair. You fight not to move; your arms are still hooked over your head. But the bindings keep you from chewing. My leg cruelly arcs up to the corner of the armrest, and you know it will leave a strong red mark.
You can feel my orgasm on every frontier of your body. When you least expect it, I thrust into you again, hard, and you move closer against the piercings. My pussy is on your lips, our tongues playfully darting over one another. "Masturbate!" I call. It's so hard for you to concentrate. So hard, it pushes you over the edge. We fuck like animals, my pussy squeezing your tongue as I thrust in and out of you. You mouth me, greedily, like a whore, my hips moving to the rhythm of your thrusting. Your fingers feel the wetness of me as I use you for my pleasure. I let you cum over and over again, sometimes flooding your mouth with my hot cum. Then you notice the end of my foot tapping against the armrest. I know you can hear the click of my leather whip, my footfalls, and the whine of my high heel as it streaks across the armrest. I want to capture you in its power, but my body will not cooperate. I stand, and you move to follow me...
The teasing of her by the arousing buttock massage soon he makes her cum multiple times while we were up in the air.
A little bondage handicap helps... but in this case something a little different is going on...
A great girl on top of Max Boublil Chatroulette Lyrics and starts to rub her wet pussy to everyone.her pussy so wet. she rubs her clit with her fingers how wet she really gets.