“My dear,” he swooned, “I think we must leave immediately.”
“But I’m not done with my croissant,” she gurgled, her mouth of full of the pastry. xxx sex It must’ve been an hour for when he finished, and un-blindfolded his pleasure slave, it was dark outside. She saw Isaac sitting at a coffee table near the back corner of the room. She felt his cock touch her pussy. Yet on the inside was a rebel, someone who wanted to be bound, tamed, whipped, and pleasured. “Good girl,” he cooed. “Good girl,” he teased. She arrived at the coffee shop looking very beautiful. She whimpered, half out of fright, half out of delight. she found him. “You’re mine.”
“Yes Master!” Kelly moaned, “Oh master,” she begged, “spank me again! He was a handsome man, with dark hair and brooding eyes. She quickly swallowed the croissant and followed him to his car. “Show me your pussy,” he commanded. she found him. She whimpered, half out of fright, half out of delight. Once they hit a red light he began spanking her wet mound profusely. Isaac glanced down where it most mattered, at her breasts, practically popping out of her shirt. She sat down across from him. She ate the croissant. He laughed, “Show me that nice, pink, wet, pussy of yours.”
She slid her skirt of and spread her legs for him, blushing profusely. She felt his cock touch her
