Location: In Your Dreams
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: slim
But how can she blame me for that? After all, she came out of the closet almost exactly as I ordered. And she already had all of her skirts pulled up and her blouse unbuttoned. What could be more embarrassing than showing off? "The First Rule of Your Host's Court is that you are to always behave impeccably. This includes everything you do for me," she calmly reminded me. I was stunned. She hadn't even forgotten about the internet. And she was extremely embarrassed. This was not only embarrassing, it was dangerous. She tried to find a seat in the car so she could talk to me, but it was difficult. The staff at the party were so embarrassed. And Tasha didn't even know about the internet. She had been avoiding my office… until now. Now, she was being forced to walk the busy downtown street, with her dress around her neck, skirts pulled up, blouse pulled up, skirt pushed up, and heels up. She was even higher on the stairs than she usually liked to be. She would have to move her legs a little to put the shoes on correctly, which took some time. Finally, she was very carefully placed on a streetcar that stopped right in front of our building.
Most of the other passengers were now exiting the streetcar and heading into our building. She was the only one who hadn't moved. She looked around. She could see that the building was somewhat dark. It must be the dress code tonight. She smiled. That always worked. She suddenly felt very nervous. She never really had anything to say to anyone. She just lived in that special place, her mind's eye on only a few thoughts. What would the repercussions be? The internet had just revealed one of those thoughts to her. She was afraid. Tasha thought about it for a few seconds. It wasn't something she had considered seriously, but the influence of the internet on her life was undeniable. And the potential for disaster was very real.
She wiped the tears from her cheeks. She felt a rush of electricity run through her. She quietly wondered to herself if she should run. But she couldn't. She had to stay in her place. She was the Imlive Com Host Login's personal servant. She was to be left in that manner even if the times came that she needed to move. She felt more and more hungry as she continued to eat. She never wanted to leave her royal visitors. Finally, she finished, she leaned down and kissed her way down her stomach to her feet. She undid the buttons of her blouse and let it fall open. She moved her hands to her skirt and ripped it away from her body. Tear stains could be seen on the fabric. She raised one more eyebrow at the onlookers. But she knew the punishment for breaking the dress code would be severe. She walked to the end of the streetcar and jumped on..
This is from a 20 minute video, but I knew my girlfriend would never agree to do it again tomorrow and the best part is watching her ride his hard dick.
Watch as she slowly spreads her pussy lips and clit before stroking her wet cunt and gets it nice and hard.
Women have that 6th sense shit and they're usually right, just like this hot cock sucking and tight fucking that made him cum till the last drop.