I Will not be your Submissive!

Fern

e turned me into. I met Astrid on a business trip, fell in love with her and became her object of pleasure, until that damn day she told me she didn't love me, that I was a toy to satisfy herself, and tha

submissives and the one with whom I like t

le, watching her big brown buttoc

tand up, coming out

tantly an em

fill and that completely overwhelms me, b

om. When I'm there I feel like the most powerful man in the world, I feel

ngs that cover your bod

nderstand how I can never get my fill with anything, it's as if I were a pe

rnando here, she knows that I'm the fucking master here who will tame her body to the poi

tes, my Berkeley Horse, a machine where his neck as well as his face is exposed to

sed to me, but my lust screams at me t

tailed whip, so as not to leave such a strong mark on it, although

fortable feeling my movements. His ragged breath because he knows what's coming turn

leased and stand in front of her. I see her lick her lips because she's close to my penis. I know she

his mouth. She begins to open her lips, and I be

ng my entire long penis in her mo

I know she feels like she's drowning, and she

her choke up. His eyes look at

ut I've never kissed a woman's folds, not yet, I don't kn

uch her tiny vagina. It's so wet that

he pleas, his

a silent bolt of lightning that doesn'

imported machines, big and many small ones that I've lost count of. I know, I'm compl

. Reana's vagina is so exposed that there's nothing she can't see of

She opens her eyes wide, she wants my penis,

n her clitoris and

g with intensity, her gaze begs me not to sto

orgasm run through her body and I

my submissives, it fills me to torture them and give them the greatest pleasure, and the great

rate her. I don't care if she's exhausted, the monster inside me isn't, and I'm sure she won't be f

.

ass of red wine in my hand. This feeling of loneliness af

office, then wipe away a tear on

with me today?" Reana

se are her questions, b

I say affectionately. I try to stay away

, I'm sweet outside of my p

ay and drink agai

sun streaming through my

today at Amber's fashion house!

the figure of Demetrio Laureti is sit

of the fear that comes from knowing t

id you arrive?"

reated people in the world who can kill me and to whom I wil

'm so

in the world matters more than women," I try to protest, but his cold eyes tell me I shouldn't. I want you in Fra

st time my father has given me a company. I'm tired of being a puppet. I'm the o

y angrily. "When are you going to consider me for the family business?" I say th

promiscuous person, that you're only willing t

w he's right, I'm tired of this shit, alth

.

e company that had been assigned to him. Her light hair moved i

is of evil, his hard and perfected features, or simply fr

read the directions left to him by F

" he exclaimed, going up the elevator, under the gazes of people wh

the head of the table, still looking at the fi

the company?" Fe

ediately set fire to his b

asked with a smile that

late for your first day of work, do

s staring at him intensely, her pink li

lain it to you," he

you laugh in my face?" She asked,

s sticking out of her shirt. They wer

's so funny that such a beauti

you're suspended from your work, I'm the manag

ernando asked i

manager o

taff who were stiff as s

is Fernando Laureti and I a