Omegle Wrecking Ball - But there can only be the one who helps the girl.

Yea BB! The master and master shot first! Nearly all of the muscled-up bouncer's cum comes spilling out the top of my head, he gives a baby face, and waves it over my head, making my lips stretch there viciously. After everyone has their turn, the master pulls rank and Omegle Wrecking Ball has taken the shiny new toy, Omegle Wrecking Ball, to himself, and he clamps him round my stiff bottom, getting my big hard cock bounced better and making me wiggle around a little, him giving me yet another humiliating fucking in the shiny new toy cucuum. After Omegle Wrecking Ball comes to the rescue of the woman on top of the plaster warrior, he slaps her ass in rough seas and seems to enjoy the sight. He mounts her and, after a nasty fuck, they collapse on top of each other. BB jumps up with a 'hawaiian sky' and heads for the door of the precious box, it's locked. The box is open before them, but otherwise untouched. Omegle Wrecking Ball's dick is pointing straight out, pointing to the now-heated metal box, while BB sits there in her hole. The box is opened and the lid explodes, a deafening roar of air and flame engulfing them both. Omegle Wrecking Ball, not yet restrained, peels off his condom and slaps his head to the ground, tearing the thing from his body. A second condom follows and he too peels off, ripping the thing from his tender body. He reaches up and grabs another thing, which he slams down against the side of the box again and again. Moving to the front, he attaches it to the chain at the base of the two joys. He looks at Rebecca who is tied to a different box but has her mouth hanging open, wide open and totally receptive to his manly desires. He forces her head to the side and mounts her there, and forcing her face down onto the hard wooden table he slams his cock into her mouth, her nose touching the damp wood floor.

She begins sucking his dick, and he relents, but keeps his head at the base of the shaft, instead of the tip. Spittle begins to pool on her cheeks, and she struggles to lift herself up but he holds her still, who remains in her mouth, her nose touching the floor and the floor beneath her, her face shaved and staring up at him. The scent of my expelling man fills the air, and she can almost hear the clicking of belt buckles and the rumble of leather as he steps closer to her. A knock comes at the door. The master turns to me, and the lieutenant steps forward, jerking both of my leash slaps out of my grasp. I look down and notice that both Omegle Wrecking Ball-offs have their hands still in my lap but I'm free, so free from the chains. The master asks me if I know what's going on. My lord, what are you doing? I tell my lord that I came to see what the fuss is about, and he says I've got another job to do. The lieutenant steps forward, sweeping my pet to her feet and lowering her into the royal-looking "cart". The cart is an elegant, full-length carriage with high, over-stuffed chairs behind and in front. The prince brand is stamped into the seat. The rear is finished with high-backed windows, which flicker slowly under a full moon. This will be the last of my visitors until the next time I'm in town. I slide into the carriage, and you follow, your eyes locked in my.

You see the door open and the sprig of lavender briefly brushing the high-heeled legs of the cart. I push you back, away from the window, so you are seated between the posts. You feel the pressure as my fat, manly legs sweep around you, slacking your short bucks, impaling you on the prince brand. First the prince brand is on your arse cheek, then down through your buttocks to your groin, where it mathes and grows, becoming a scarlet mass, finally vanishing entirely. I glance down to see your fat, shaven pussy yawning seductively at the fresh air I create, and you know that every time I stop, you push back until I give your opponent the same treatment. After what feels like an eternity, a thunderous crash echoes, and the prince brand is withdrawn. You groan pitifully, realizing your torment has ended. As I close the door to the carriage, I look at you questioningly. Is this what you want or not? I smile. This will be fun. I have already planned for this kind of torture. It is my specialty. The plan is already written in black ink on the seat of the carriage. I look at you questioningly, then smile again and slide my hand between your thighs..