Camgirl Feet Hurricane's Profile

Languages: Spanish /English

Location: Colombia Cartagena

Body Decorations: Smile

Smokes/Drinks: no/yes

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 18

Body Type: Skinny

Camgirl Feet Hurricane - When I saw a good looking young and horny stud.

With his hard cock and big member I knew that I wanted to screw him. I was about 18 and had never fucked before. Well he showed me how to kiss a girl and lick a pussy. He was very sweet and made me very happy. After that I've never had much fun with girls. They are so much more interesting and the way they behave towards men is more the norm. The only problem is I dislike boys and am generally a wee bit queer. I thought if I was going to be a dominatrix I would want someone older. My mother was of mixed parentage so my father could have a say in how I was raised. So when Camgirl Feet Hurricane moved away from the business she had a pass on a beautiful young lady and her father, a well respected lawyer passed away. Camgirl Feet Hurricane inherited the house and much of the fortune. She started out as a shoe store keeper but was too ill to continue. She worked on the family car and eventually moved into real estate. Now she makes her home in the exclusive Somerset Village neighborhood off Route 66. Her lifestyle is a bit unusual for an upper middle class suburbanite. She keeps to herself, rarely wearing anything except a short skirt, which she keeps up to evoking an erotic smile, rarely more than two inches above her crotch.

Mostly she wears expensive clothes but her possessions are a feather duster and pinstripes. On weekends she carries out strict vegan meals prepared by her maid. On an errand she will take long walks along the waterfront, exposing herself to the sun and the salty smells of the ocean. She has acquired a large collection of decorative jewelry. She pointedly spared me the pleasure of removing it, but I could feel the feminine touch as thousands of tiny silver beads softly danced around her neck. These days she takes her jewelry to a gallery every Friday and picks out one that interests her the most. She keeps it simple to complement her other jewelry but there are a few that lend themselves to just such an outfit. Among the few that I selected she pointed out a pinstripe suit with a modest zipper and a delicate collar made of fine silver thread. The suit was constructed entirely out of silver and as it is so often the only silver parts of a garment. The lovely collar was embroidered with tiny silver hoops; I felt certain I had seen it earlier. The pinstripe was finished with a classic French twist and a deep scoop neck. (My cat, my cat, my cat, my cat, I say to myself as I pull the faded jeans from the spindle and run the very last button down the front, past the jeans' elastic through the remaining two-inch of the seam and the silver buttons off the side.) The denim jeans and the glistening sheath had now given me had given me a costume. I felt right at home in my costume, wherever I went. It was Saturday and I had dressed as Camgirl Feet Hurricane had commanded, standing in the garden on a cool Saturday afternoon as the sun was setting behind the still green trees and the noonday sun glinting off the waves in the distance. Camgirl Feet Hurricane had taught me to sow my own seeds in the garden and to leave them to grow into something beautiful.

I was to strip off my clothes when the sun went down and then I was to sit on the cool muddy earth to wait for His return. I suppose some people might think I was selfish for waiting for Him but I was not one of them. After about 30 minutes I heard Him enter the garden. I turned to Him in surprise, only to find that He was wearing something different. His eyes were very hard and His voice very stern. But I was to give into the look He was giving me. I began to kneel down and put my head down, not daring to look up. He walked around me slowly, using His eyes to direct my actions. For some reason, He saw right through me and moved close to me. He said, "You are to remain as I have directed." Something stirred in my head but I wasn't sure why. I began to knead the hard surface of the apple orchard. It felt strangely like I was working on an orgy of unwholesome desires. Suddenly, He was standing behind me. I had no clue where He was or if He was in the room I was sitting in. Before I could address Him, He was standing directly in front of me with His hand extended. I said softly, "Please stand and I will give you a handstand." He turned slowly and smiled broadly..

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