Languages: English,French,Italian
Location: Sin City
Body Decorations: hairy mrs
Smokes/Drinks: time to time:)
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 54
Body Type: curvy
Her hair is wet and covering her body. Her clothes are placed on the floor and in a rack on the wall. Her ass has a rope around it. Amber's expertly-wound, pierced and pierced cunt is exposed for anyone to see. He decides when and how to use her. After he has used her he removes her hands from behind her neck, and re-knock them upwards, with his huge strong hands, so her tits don't topple over. He places a pillow in each of her wrists. After pulling hard, he pulls the slack and gives her a light push. She is now hanging by her wrists, her head thrown back and her tits thrown over the side of the bed. Her ass still aching, and her rosy nipples are poking straight through her bra. When she takes the gag out of her mouth, she can't stop panting. Her mouth becomes a stream of profanity, so his that she can't keep on speaking. When she's finished, she sits up, looks down at her wrists and says, "This is your punishment for talking. No speaking. You will keep your mouth shut and not cum until I say so. Do you understand and will you obey?" Of course she understands and agrees to his demands.
His instructions for now are to bring in as much money as possible for the meal, and to take as much home with you. That night, all she does is sleep and recuperate in the guest bedroom. The following morning, she's told by Master that he is to assemble the collection of mail that he has delivered to her this entire time. She begins to cry. Master touches her tender pussy softly with a feather like the ones she wears, bringing a tear to her lip. He tells her to stay that way, and not to shave that day or face that day. He will attend to her to make sure she doesn't get razor rash on her pretty little stocking-clad legs. At dinner that evening, she recites the rosiest hymn to him. It's a happy lost song; one full of hearty french kissing, sweet recitations of good praise and kissing good nights. Master knows it's her duty to wear a dress. He says she's had plenty of time in store for her little surprise. He suggests she should try on her new garters. She slides one out of the back. Wearing it makes her perfectly beautiful. Though they're a bit big for her small hands, she's quite good at it. They look good, she thinks, and feel good. She's slipped on a pair of her new silk boxers.
Most of the fabric has come off. She's wearing a simple t-shirt and a matching pair of jeans. The material is cotton, soft and unassuming. As she turns away from her Master, she casts aside her cushioned seat and steps carefully behind him. When she turns to look back, her full puffy breasts are against her arm. She's got a hint of hangnail and has a soft smile. Still, she looks energetic. Her t-shirt is open very slowly, revealing a bright, honeyed hue. She leans forward, almost touching his foot. A shiver attacks her there. In fact, the only thing that could possibly keep her from embracing it would be a gag. But she makes herself a little uncomfortable. She slowly backs away. She's cute, and dangerous. She wouldn't take that from me. She waits patiently, here in this polite city, here in this polite country..
She then quickly grabbed a massive dildo and starts shoving it into her wet pussy!
Thus, getting her naked and have her suck his BBC, then he fucks her tight little chocolate hole feels so hot and has an appetite for slurping cocks.
He appears to have more naughty outdoor adventures!