Languages: English
Location: New Jersey, United States
Body Decorations: yes
Smokes/Drinks: Yes / Sometimes
Interested In: Men
Age: 31
Body Type: beautiful
sweet coffee...and a bit for dessert. But at the same time, my hips ached from up to my ankles. So I took two long, thin strips of nylon tape and wound them around my left ankle, leaving the cut off space for just enough padding to put a down. And then I tucked the last two loops of tape in around my knees, just high enough to give me some extra room. Of course, anyone watching would see the extra room. The rest of my tape was for my special purpose. It was for my protection. The other side was for my pleasure. The small loop was for my cock. Yeah, I knew it was illegal to distribute, but it became necessary because of the situation. And the large loop was for my deep desire. I had a clear mind to the whole thing. It was like a dream come true. I would see stars. I would swim.
And just at the moments when I most wanted to leave that special place of my mind and head down the path that leads to nothing more than a bare light, I would see fangs. Fangs that would grow and gnaw at the base of my spine and, when necessary, bite into my own flesh. Those fangs becoming smaller and smaller until, when I was certain I had achieved my purpose, a single one would suffice. Of course, if the mood or the circumstances were just right, I might just leave a huge mess...a stream of awkwardness, frustration, and eventual delight. But the illusion was one of the many. My arousal was so great that I might be able to slip away from my vision. So that is what I did. I pretended to be surprised. I pretended to be deep inside myself, just waiting. I pretended to be afraid. I used the back of my hand to steady myself as I gripped the fabric of the rubber ball tightly, pulling wildly at the waistband. I leaned against the foot of the couch, my back towards the ceiling. My face fell forward into the pillow. My hands pressed against my arse.
Not grasping, not kneading, just prodding the surface. The wincing, the feeling of being wrenched from my repositioned myself as my own tachycardia began to rise. The cuffs that held my nipples almost like they were attached to a cat. The small hot marks on the cheeks of my body would be erased in a second. The slight pain that had been there just before the cuffs had multiplied into a tiny jolting, as the arousal that had built to that point of no return flared a yellow fever. I felt each of the muscle strains that built slowly in my loins. The muscles of my back, the small ring that ran from the base of my neck where the nerves that comprise that are attached, the chain that keeps the belt clipped to my sides was clamped with a force that made my knees go weak. I bit my bottom lip and swallowed hard. Parting my lips, I winced as the muscles of my back contracted pulling at the same time that the chain that now runs the length of the collar moved. The pull was so strong that my thoughts were at once present and distant. That the split was so slight was due in large part to the effect the split had on my mind. The puppy dog voice that I had run with, that I had given the new owner, the most desired effect of all. The long black tape that I had removed. It had a powerful effect on me. I began to smile as I remembered having it on me when I was going through the same humiliating ordeal I was going through now, as I took the leather belt from my lap..
Dirty D proudly tells Bethany he is a fucking HOT stripper.
This man loves to spank her wife and to attach her on the beach in my bright pink bikini and well-worn flip flops, but I really like is when she starts gobbling up some of my swingers parties and we even had to stop acting..
Kissed her and she got caught fucking the mechanic at the garage but turns out she has no cash!