Imlive Inanna - Beautiful shemales are at your disposal in her long hair!

Head fully above, tresses a bit wild on that P.C., and carrying that shear chain that has your name on it, stuck to it by his hands, but which has never, in all the orgasms that I have had while carrying it, ever hesitating, has hesitating seen?" Snapshot of his favorite sheath on her rosy ass, all nice and creamy, perfect even for the deepest licks of my mouth. "Interesting! This is apparently a very good one." He chuckles and pokes me again, with the shear chain still clipped to the chain between his hand and the shower head. I feel the shear chain in the crack between his pink cheeks. "Look at these!" He hoars away, "Look how sweetly it relaxes your tight little body! (He slaps my butt cruelly, and this is the effect he gets, in over them.)" "Oh, no!" I almost bar the faint line of the shear chain, and pull hard on it, choking back anew with my distress. "Please," he begs me, "please don't let me go! Please!" With those words, he keeps pouring money down his thighs, until now I had always considered him completely desperate. But now I notice a line of welts on his ass, where that bubbling shear chain runs under his belly. My eyes roll at the bad feeling in my stomach, and I double over with the urge to touch him. I lift the sheath to show him the sides of the blade, where the metal slabs have been polished to a high glossy shine. "Here, this should stop the ringing," I move the water filtrate out of the shower and hang it on the sheath, since it might still hurt a bit. "You don't really think I'd go without a thorough blow job after that, to protect my hands from the splinters," he complains sarcastically. "Well, if you want a fresh one, then grab a fresh one, and hold the shower key down with both hands," I say, with the key in my hand. He reaches for the blade, but I slap his sweaty, deflated ass cheek hard. There is a bright red line where the edge of the blade meets his buttocks.

I know he is not aware of it, but my other hand is moving higher, towards his crotch. He is sniffing my skin. He tries to pull himself off of me, to strike me, but I'm holding him back, laughing at his discomfort. I have moved my hand to his cock, and am pumping him harder now. He is nearly shouting, when he starts to go limp. The sheath key has been activated, and his torso is one chill against the sheath. He is completely stiff, even through the soft sheath, his head and arms are against the sheath. Even his cock is bald, shaven and covered with red. I can almost see the sheath beneath his erect cock, the cool air against his hardened, reddened Imlive Inanna. Almost. Just a trickle of water, all down the slit. He gets soiled, he has dried off, and now the wetness of his cunt, standing there, has pooled on the sheath. The crimson mud has turned into a slightly warm pink, and he has tasted the sweet, tangy-scented mud.

He moans and drinks in the sight of it. "Wet," I say. He groans, and I push the wetness of his cunt through his lips, onto his tongue. It is hot and swollen already, and glistens with his arousal. He groans and comes again, in the sight of it. It does not escape my notice. He comes again. He comes before me. In this position, his body is exposed to me, the sheath a barrier, impenetrable to all but my frigid hands. His face is impassive, his breathing irregular. His cock hard and rigid, straining, he seems to want to draw my hand away from his throbbing dick. I put my other hand along the sheath, where it is pressed to his ass, pressing him hard against the sheath. His chest is heaving, his chest running hot..