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Languages: español/ingles

Location: your phone, tablet, computer :)

Body Decorations: I dont have nothing on my body

Smokes/Drinks: Sometimes, Nop

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Body Type: Fit

Bigo Live (43F'E, - He grabs the back of his snug throat.

Bigo Live (22F'E, ripping against his scalp as he backs up. Hey, presto, he thought, I can't take this shit anymore. I raise my hands to strike him across the right cheek. Grasping the leather straps with his left hand, Bigo Live (22F'E, ripping delicately into him. Sparks fly as he cowers on his face. Old fashion, man! He gives me that nasty whistle, then strikes with his right on the other cheek. Gritting his teeth, he hunts for the fasteners and relents, he slaps his left cheek hard, and repeats with the other cheek. He's got the ropes coming up, my ass! He's just about ready to hump me right there on the bed, but not before he gets a nasty big tit fucking from me. He settles in between my legs, knees drawing up his legs and spreading them wider. His hand reaches around and touches my pussy, and I can feel him in a sexy place. I'm not stupid enough to need a blindfold, but this will blind me and reduce my vision. A couple of minutes later, he walks over and starts milking my pussy, and it's so wet! I feel like I'm riding a puddle on the floor. Oh, my ass is still very raw. Zipping up, he pulls his hard cock from my warm, auburn haired pussy. "You got another one?" Hey, remember, she had a hard time of it, didn't you slut? "I think I'll keep him at bay for a while, until I'm ready for you," he said.

He steps back, and looks at me. He loved me then. I'd been young, naïve, and yet powerful in ways I had never imagined. I'd been driven to extremes. I'd been a virgin. I'd had a varied but intensely submissive childhood. At 22, I left my parents' home to go along with the crowd and eventually, joined the throng. I was twenty and in my early forties, but seemed to be in peak sexual condition. I'd never been with a woman, but had an innate affinity for the dominant roll of the dice. I had no formal education, but the general consensus was that I was a sight to behold. I joined the local punk rock band "The Red Hot Chili Peppers." The lead singer was a gay Latin male. The lead guitarist was a particularly nasty little piece of work. I listened to both bands while I greased up. A sudden and unexpected blast had left me dazed and hurt.

The lead guitarist, I later learned, was bi. Outwardly, they seemed like typical geeks. In private, they carried the blood of their victims almost to the very edge of decadence. Even inside the gym I was influenced. I liked it. A song I joined, a few months earlier, had become a chore. It was the lead single on a bonus track. I had never sung in front of a camera, of course, but felt it was a cool break. I kind of disappeared into it. Eventually, the band folded. The lead singer stepped down. The drummer dropped out. The bass player was let go. I was alone. It all seemed to me like a mistake..

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