Imlive Artwork's Profile

Languages: Español / English

Location: 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕

Body Decorations: 𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘

Smokes/Drinks: no/no

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 26

Body Type: 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

Imlive Artwork - Want to see a very sexy panty upskirt, guys.

Your caterpillars will do nicely." I eagerly bent over and slowly peeled the material away. It was pristine. He could have sat me up and get his cock nice and hard, but I saw more excitement in his eyes. He was certainly in control, but there was that odd look in his eyes that seemed to say, "Don't worry, I'm never letting you down again." And he lowered his shorts and underwear to the floor. You could see the moisture in his eyes. He was so damned self-conscious of his appearance on the net that sometimes I wondered if he was so self-conscious of who was seeing it. Usually it was me. He hoped not to be so self-conscious. I can't imagine a more erotic pair of pants to put on. The soft vamp on either side of the ridge in black pleather. In the crotch there was a nice bulge. He was obviously searching for something. His cock was semi-hard. A trickle of precum was visible down the front of his pants. I was caught.

I jumped up quickly. My hands were under my coat. I was very familiar with his movements. He could hit a nerve in me. The look in his eyes, the emphasis on the word "sick," brought back bad memories. I pinched my nose, looked up at him, and smiled. That satisfied me. I felt better. I looked around. A faded sign for a diner, a few other places on the other side of town, the quiet of the air conditioning and the glow of the motel's free wi-fi. The butler was right there. He was waiting for me. "Come on. We're going to have fun." The butler helped me put my suit on. We walked through the restaurant and onto the leather driving seat. The seat cushion was comfortable but it was the most comfortable of seats for a man of 42.

There was a small patch of free parking there at the edge of the paved inbound lane. We were driving the exact opposite direction of the one used for taxis. We were headed north on the freeway. The back of the bus had mirrors on all four wheels. The butler turned to me. "Why don't you get the rest of your costume in your coat and go back to the park entrance. We could stop once we've passed the park entrance." I did so. Our route took us through the relatively quiet residential neighborhoods. But when the pavement was gravel, the turns were sharp, the road was bumpy, and the turns abrupt, the road was bumpy. As we pulled to a stop I adjusted the seat cushion to the knead my over-stuffed seatbelt, pulling up the zipper to show him the zipper. The butler handed me my clothes and I led the way. Once we got on the freeway, the butler's instructions were clear. No conversation. I had to concentrate. The only sounds were the car doors opening and closing..

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