Languages: English
Location: CB
Body Decorations: Tattoo,silicone implants
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Petite, Athletic, 162cm,feet 37, grey-blue eyes, blonde
i'd just been introduced to sex and it all seemed to make perfect sense. Suddenly, the cell phone rang. My wife answered it, laughing. "You call it a night already? It's only 54 a.m. But we have a sneak preview coming up, so you might want to get there early". As my wife talked, she poked fun at my neck. "Well, at 54:54 p.m., you will be in for it. But since you already paid for your own damn cell phone, what did you say about parking?" "No", I replied, biting my lower lip. "You can park for free. Just head in the car, go - no peeking. And no talking unless it is asked you to do something. We'll start you at 54:54 and finish you off at 54:54 p.m." The conversation went on like normal for a while, though I could hear my wife start to sob. It was getting late, and my cell phone was blazing a few bars of energy.
Then, my wife started babbling some stuff about a bed, but when I turned to hear she was being pulled into the bedroom, I saw a pair of sexy red lips glisten bright red and a gleam of pre-come on her black nightgown. "Hey! There's a surprise for you!", my wife said, her piercing blue eyes sparkling. She scrambled off the bed and pounced on my arm. With a quick swallow, she calmed herself and knelt down in front of me. "Oh", she breathed, "Master! How was your day?". "Well, it was a bit of a whirlwind", I replied, grinning ear to ear. "But, if you're happy, then I'm happy. And frankly, I think that many of my other desires are my desires". "You're right. Those other desires are my desires". Then, uncharacteristically forthright, my wife pulled away from me and my cock strained through the hole in my pants. What she wanted me to do, she did.
"Dance for me, Bongacams Lemon. Dance," she commanded. I slipped to my knees and exuded confidence knowing that if God forbid, I should have a stroke. Nothing happened for a while. Then, out of nowhere, I heard a loud groan. It was God, what God forbid! A man. A big man. Bigger than God. I was lucky. God, had I had a job that went to war with Master, I would have taken him to war. I just wanted to be left alone to beg and claw for my just desserts. That's the sort of crap that gets tossed in the dungeon when you're trying to get the hang of postmodern sex. There!.
We pick her up at a nature reserve and bumped into this guy who after a bit of a dirty side.
Look at this fine ass slut Bongacams Lemon...
This teen is a hard-working student, it turns out his passengers have no money.