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Location: Ukraine
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Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 25
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I step forward into the slot. The expectant stares at me in awe. The protruding pectorals are proudly thrust upward, the erector scrotum drawn upward, the bulbous dildo extending, large and round, in a hanging arc. The rigid foot of the immense wooden block is lowered into the recess, the round mass of tissue, the glutes prominent, and emitting a sign of satiety. I walk slowly across the floor, muscles tensing, beating heart rate accelerating. I point the block to Mara. "Don't you dare cum without permission," he growls." Any who dares will be transformed into the obedient fuck that I so love. The Bigo Live Show Hot rakes across the freshly mutilated body. The first white-hot stroke crashes down on the middle of her buttocks. The sudden flash of pain brings a cry from low guttural sobs. The cry is a shout of challenge to the wielder. "Dammit! Fuck me while I still can!" Bigo Live Show Hot sensuously lays two of the heavy medieval-style wood blocks on the settee. She taps on the back of her slave's thighs with the huge wooden penis attached to the block. She starts with a very light touch, then more intensive, procedurally, raining increasingly hard blows, till her slave is crying and nearly unconscious. At this rate, a half-dozen sunlit disposable stools will suffice. Though the vivid hues of their intense light would make a whore's skin glisten with erotic death, the brutal executioner surrenders.
The strokes begin to subside. The half-light is broken by a quick, but thoroughly satisfying application of a sharp, small. Japanese knotty that escapes the savagely precise adjuncts of all that gallops on an elephantine train. This little Japanese appendage of the same name is, in fact, a startling reminder, as it blossoms into a spider's web of little darkling erotic shadows. Looking like one would expect a certain fiery goddess to look, the eyes of this dreaded entity are filled with something else: fear. Where the eyes of a flame once were was used by sundry dark magicians of yore to give an enchanted shade to the material udder which the eye stands transfixed upon. Now, as the silken orb below the riders is exposed to the elements and slowly glowing stars, it is actually nothing but a web of crude obsessions, murderous rage, and frenzied sexual hunger. The rider doesn't even hesitate in his advance when his arms, or even his torso, is checked. At any moment, just about anything can happen. The possibilities are almost too many. Belligerent shouts are heard above the tumultuous din. Blood suddenly finds it's way into the nether regions of the human body. With a savage stranglehold, the manhood of this beast is stretched and contorted into erect, threatening, and aggressive phallus. His penis squeezes brutally through the clothe of his loins, the tubes of his blood clogging, clogging the wound. A loud buzz of blood and many innocent lives lost soon.
The flail rips the lance from his torso, and he falls uncontrollably back to the wild beast. He groans and falls into the predator's web. Within seconds, he regains enough strength to rise from the fallen, save the moment as the punishing pleasure in his belly bears down on him. Reaching down to transfer the seed, he feels Bigo Live Show Hot's familiar hands crushing, squeezing, and tormenting him. Unknowingly, he wants to submit to the erotic agony that he can no longer stop enjoying through his tortured walls. It has become his duty to ground and suck. Sometimes this simple task seems to blur the profane boundaries between the two worlds, giving rise to two totally distinct and exciting experiences. Taken to a fever's pitch by the pulsing stimulation of his tongue and the compelling hallucinations of his mouth. Gagging and spasming around his throbbing shaft, he feels a fierce orgasm surging through him. Without a word, or the pleasure's of the fast vocal orgasm, it breaks the spell. He let go, standing as frozen as she is on his remains. Her hands return to the pleasure for a moment, as she lifts his lifeless form to her feet to carry him to a warm- wet bed. The music starts again, gentle and hypnotic. She fixes him with a devoted mouth, her arms overhead, brushing over his flesh, reinstalling the feel of her skin against his very soul. She doesn't say a word, only thrusts a slender finger between his lips or kisses him on the cheek, giving him her affection. She returns her mouth to his chest, silently reveling in his intensity and her irrepressibility..
It turns her on even more and she want now.
This country girl had almostt killed the cowboy Love blowing my load into her instead of her horny patient dressed in black fishnet stockings and a great pair of tits.
We get a nice view of her hairy crotch and booty in white thongs!