Tonight, dear slaves. It’s not here to brag, but here it is.
You knelt, your hands were clenched behind your back and laughed at me very patiently. God, I love your smile. Rather than expecting what’s going to happen, I’m happy to be here to please me. Every opportunity you get let me know how grateful you are to be with me. I would like to make half a round trip frequently.
Please close your eyes this time. You are obedient No blindfold required. Anyway, it’s more work for me to wear it and take it off. My shortcuts, my ergonomic options. I’ve never experienced a toy that came out, but I’m sure you’ll find out what my sound is like hanging around my bedside chest.
Pull up the right leg, left leg, and harness. Insert my end of the strapless strap into my vagina and fight the harness O-rings around the shaft-they claim as strapless straps, but hold an orgasm and 2 pounds of silicone at the same time. You can not. Using a strapless strapon with a harness is a bit messy and deserves a hands-free reward. Now open your eyes and open your mouth.
No matter what we do, your courage weakens my knees. This time, standing on you and seeing you immediately devour my cock’s head, I’m distracted as I am and barely catch my knees bending .. I lock my knees and worry for a moment that I push my hard cock into your soft palate or keep you alert, but your contented ham reassures me. Now, more practical than polite, I don’t need permission to wrap my arm around my thigh and hold me under my butt. I put my hand lightly on your upper arm. Remind me that just because you keep me doesn’t mean you can control me. God loves how I feel my skin. And stare into your eyes while you smoke my cock. Did you appreciate the way you lick my head and then explore your face sideways and your lips running up and down both sides of my shaft? You can imagine the lightness and softness of the touch, but in reality, it is nothing compared to the unmanageable. Now all you need is visual¡Xoverwhelming and gorgeous visuals.
Going back to my cook’s head, you pause and ask me a tiny “Hmm?” It melts my heart, and every time I hear it, I want to sink my nails into you. As I sigh low, I feel my lips peeling from my teeth somewhere between the grunt and the smile. “Yes…” One hand grabs the shoulder, and the other hand wraps around your hair. You love getting your hair pulled, and I’m going to earn it tonight. “Show me… Braggart”
Slave, I don’t think there is anything in this world you have to force you for me. I was planning to push your head down on my shaft and get the satisfaction of testing this non-existent gag reflex you are proud of. Instead, you drag my hand. My slow reaction keeps you in your enthusiasm. Sure enough, the flexible silicone bends just below your throat, suddenly pushing your nose against your stomach. When you feel moving your throat muscles, I’m hearing panting. I didn’t expect it deepthroat to pull the whole cock even after many years of finishing a blowjob job. Maybe it’s just my imitation setup. In any case, knowing that I’m deep inside you, coupled with the feeling that my inner parts are pushing the g-spot rhythmically, is trying to sell me from the edge.
Helplessly, I use your tangled hair to drag you from my cock. Hold on for a moment as you know you will soon lose all control. With downtime, of course, you’re an absolute villain. “Is that bad anymore?” You sound so selfish because I can slap you. In fact, why? My cock is right there, and hard rocks. I rotate my hips a little and put the half of the wet trunk on my cheeks. The resulting grin of you screams in me: I grab a handful of your hair and suddenly painfully pull your head, and I grab the other hand. Raise it and place it on your forehead, chopping off the throat growls when fighting my impulses and banging you on my cock again.
“Two different taps. To me or myself, loud. Thighs, belly. Good place.” We both hear the late, frustrated caged beast of my beast. I can. I must put safety first. I love you. I will evaluate your submission, Dear Slave. I value your safe word. After this, we both know that I won’t get better. Suddenly I fall back, lean forward and kiss you roughly and passionately. My hand on your forehead goes to your throat. Breaking your grasp completely, I take a step into both our pains for a moment. It is cold that it does not get warm.
One last thing. Another stir on the toy chest, another shuffle on the device. Ahaha! I also know how much you wanted. Me too. I turn around, pull the metal chain into my hand, pull it, and show off the silver link on the chain. Your face shines indescribably, I’m smiling. You say, my happiness makes you happy. Well, a fair play of turning. I didn’t turn grin into the grunt. I return to you, lift your chin and fasten the collar to the collar’s D-ring. A leather wrist strap is attached to the wrist, and the string is hung so that you can feel the 18-inch weight of the chain suspended from the neck. With ecstasy, I close my eyes and enjoy the moment of the first string. God is nice like this.
It is time to use the leash as intended. I pull to get your attention. Your eyes open to meet me and quietly ask me what I can do, what i need from you. Mouth, slave. “I’m going to face you.” Again, in your enthusiasm, I’m just taking up the slack, and it doesn’t feel like you’re dragging you into my cock. There is no strain on the lower back. Hell, you’re doing all the work, shaking your head up and down like a pledge of a casting sofa. A forgotten hand with your two hands, you became my anchor, my face toy. If possible, you will be the last resting place for my rooster.
It seems that the rhythm is being beaten, and you can see that your throat is loose. It’s time for breathing exercises. I tighten the grip on the chain, interrupt the pullback, and force my length to hold in my throat for a few seconds. I will release Go back and regain your rhythm. I have two other Bobs, and I will try again. It will be a little longer. Rinse, repeat, get longer each time. We have already tried Breath Play. If you weren’t a brainless Yariman now, you would know where this is heading.
Perhaps you do because as your oxygen deficit increases, you refuse to gasp the air during a stroke. Maybe I’m just giving you too much control. Until now, I was the first to experience a cock-sack passively, so I was entirely passive and swayed back and forth. Now, I’ll drag your oesophagus back into my shaft again, so it’s more attractive. The beauty of strapless straps is that you can bend the Kegel’s muscles inside to rock the entire device. That means you will start to feel like I pulse my throat. Are you satisfied? You seem a little shocked. Did you forget that you worship a living human?
Time to remember. Wrap one hair in one hand and the other in a metal link and go to work. First of all, I am moving my hips and head, although I am adjusting to the original rhythm. I feel like I am having a bit of difficulty as I speed up. That’s it, slave. What we were doing was too easy for you. Inspired by your plight, start a longer stroke without moving your head. I feel that the silicon gets caught and bends when bending. I think I was injured and want to make sure it is not permanent.
You moan as soon as you are given air again. You have to be okay. You are not.
The anxiety subsides, and I force you to step back and straddle you almost, leaning back and throwing your hands behind you. My hand in your hair goes to the base of my cock. The movement that pushes down on the shaft to allow proper intercourse also pushes the inner part further into the G-spot. “Take it” When I fight for the right angle inside you, I make hiss eloquently. The unstable footsteps that followed and the tension from where they count are gone. Straddling- your face in essence, now I can throw my hips into it and stroke your inside and outside with a barbarous abandonment. I know this, slave, this was what you wanted, and I’d lie if I told you I didn’t want to be this objective either.
The way you can breathe enough to make those lewd sounds is beyond me. Drooling down the chin is starting-or is my thigh wet? Either way, you’re confused. Maybe I’ll let you get me rid of you if you’re a loophole of enough fuck. At the moment, you’re heading for it. Right there, the place goes like this-oh yes. Yes. I need a little more. Are you playing that treble? Oh! It’s like having your throat tightened, holding my cock in place, stealing it from me and riding it inside my vagina, swaying little by little. Moving firmly on my G-spot! Oh! There!
Feeling a climax wash, I have a hard time moving. My cock’s hands fall slowly on your shoulders, supporting me for a temporary loss of control of my core muscles. I feel like you’re shifting, and I’m wondering if you’re trying to free your arms to help hold me in. You are not in that position right now, slave. Stay still, become my base, me. Oh.
I hope the power outage lasted only a few seconds. I’m still orgasm, but now I’m at the end. Some sense of you tells me that your pain is more significant than your joy, and I force you to cooperate enough to pull out my muscles. Misalignment and desperate gasping for the air cause aftershocks deep in my vagina. The resulting bob on my shaft wishes I could get the climax to face up. You will look as beautiful as the type you are trying to clean, as well as having that type of cum on your face.
Slowly and relaxed, I shuffled my legs toward the bed and stretched the chains as I moved. My butt is tied to the rim of the mattress, and I calm down while you gather. If you find yourself smiling and attentive again, open your mouth and hope your words sound steady and low. Only one of these tones is realized. “It’s a perfect slave.” Pull the leash forward, tilt your hips up, and “suck the ball.”
