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looked at me, kissed me and said driver wi

s, and cuffs line the walls with toys I've never seen but can't wait to get used o

his chest that make my mouth water. He walks closer with a gaz

ck

stop in f

redator, with a whip in his han

e it

instead I tense as the tip of his whip drags from my ne

thing,

the shadows, but I feel the we

H

e sting blooms on my ass. Did

bration. He wants to be called Master? W

I correct myself, my voi

red man in the country: Real estate mogul. Owner

on

hip down the back of my legs. His v

own. My bra wasn't my best, so I'd ditc

cold air hits my skin, and sud

compared to the wome

it. I'

eak out: Ful

name, he grumble it. Letting

large, not pe

his opinion and I'm greeted with dark, hungry eye

eze t

r them, pressing them together. He groans, an

in, lifting a good cleavage

ck

owly, poking the tip of my tongue onto

feel is the whi

and shocking as earlier. This one

p and it ig

alk or call him without being told. I've r

aight at the mirror, squeeze

out when my pussy throbs a

own: the whip. Before I can look up, Banks li

so soft I bounce

ft back and oblige. Pulse

. Doubt and anticipation ringing

ead apart on the rail that h

t. He's on a cotton brief. His pelvis lini

ked away, roll my eyes that he's lying but in this red room, I

omach of flesh and too much of every

years, I don't want to change anythin

his dick jerks against his briefs. Proof he heard

Now in front of me, his eyes doesn't hold that hungry

d drop, he separates my thighs so wide

s off the center of my pantyhose, revealing m

ation could hold me, I feel the gr

s my pussy and my en

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ring to fall out as I'm unsure what to say. He continues flickering the tip

is tongue on my clit, then give a round

erect at the on

g as he push his tongue deeper, pull

ghten- My areolas are squeezed and erect. I squeeze my ey

then my pussy stretch more. A stinging pain blossom my eyes

eper, curling his tongue up, while his

eet, and his thrusting merge with my moans t

ers out. A loss that w

r eyes on

I closed my eyes or when he

h

is dripping fingers and

heart racing at the deep timbre of his voic

n me, his eyes holding me as he turns it,

ing slick run

ifting his head up with his pace quickening

t break in bits as

and I pulsate at the loss

ead up to l

and its tails land on