Languages: Español e Ingles
Location: Antioquia, Colombia
Body Decorations: tatuajes
Smokes/Drinks: si
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: delgado
He thrust hard and deep into me. She lowered her pussy slightly to make room for him. The slave girls tongue snaked around his balls to find the spot he deep in me. How they loved a big black cock and how they loved to be fucked by another slave…loving the slaves…giving the impression they would be turned on any minute by a white cock in any hole! She could feel the girl's stiff Dj Bigo Live Hot and her hard nipples twitch when he thought he could stand no more. My Eyes rolled back into my head as a loud slap filled the room. "What did I do Dog?" and on the next word the red head broke again. Just then I heard another loud slap…but the one before hit was a little harder than the one after. His hand cracked down harder and the wrist still being just resting on him the man flung the kimono. The next thing I saw a face, but it was that of a woman….a woman I had met just a few days before, sitting in a chair in the room. A voice whispered in my ear that I should pull out my underwear. I did and he tossed me onto the bed. I felt the cold metal of the chains clink against my breast. I heard him run his hands lightly over my body as I rolled over. I felt him lean over my back and bite my ass. But the chains hardly had any hold on me and I was already wrapped in sweat.
His hands, running up my sides, under my arms, over my stomach and along the chain between my breasts. I sighed as the cold metal bit into my skin. I closed my eyes and shifted my weight on my arms to pull the chains with my nipples clinking against each other. But this didn't lessen the sting of the cuffs much and again I heard the harsh voice of the woman I had met just last week. "Degenerate!" he growled in a voice just above a whisper but just as strong as the whip. I groaned as I felt his strong hands pulling my body apart, tearing at my cloths, pulling the thin gold chain from the blanket, my soaked cotton panties. He pushed the chain between my breasts, letting me feel the roughness of it. It was so hot against my skin I had to stare to see it through my dress. So I spread my legs to lessen the contact and then the chain dragged me around my arms until my feet were bare. He smacked my ass with the belt another once, then another and whacked me several times with the belt. I bit my bottom lip and made my own silent protest and then I was still in chains. The chain between my breasts drew painfully slowly down my arms until he dropped me to my stomach. The cold metal of the belt left a line of blood on my upper back, making me look down. "I told you I would never put up with that," the voice said softly. "We paid the price, degenerate.
" the voice growled. Then there was no more murmuring. I was aware of nothing except my own shuddering as I felt the belt catch and then carry me back to the chair. My own agitation was growing ever more noticeable. The soft swoosh of the belt was all I heard. I opened my eyes slowly, and then the strong hand shot across my face. And that was all I saw for a second, as the belt lashed out and I was flung carefully against the cold hard surface of the chair. The hard blow rained down quickly upon my back, my buttocks and then along the crack of my asscheeks, making me wince and quiver violently. And then I felt it, the powerful chain dragging me up and away from the other woman, her legs both wrapped around me. The chain was attached to the chair itself, the men's laughter intermingled with the women's giggles. The chain was snapped on the side of the chair, pulling me sharply forward. And then the door was flung open and the men left, the women as if in silent spectator, watching. There was no way for me to get free. I felt the chain sliding over my arse cheeks, through the hole in my panties and up through my thighs. My back arched sharply and I heard a voice whisper in my ear, " Don't move." And then I felt it, softly, spreading my cheeks until it was joined, the clink of a glass against my cheek and the clink of another against my cheek..
Just take a look at her tender teen body to him, but it doesnt stop there.
Cocktails and party masks are all horny willing lil sluts....lucky guy.
The girls suck, fuck, and masturbate and the guys in turn do whatever to take care of it.