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Wicked Dreams 2

bdsm BradLee 2018-12-01

My cock is flaccid as I grasp it in my fingers again, but it twitches to life and I cry out as I feel the many strands of your flogger grip across my muscular back, cracking at my smooth wet flesh, dealing out your sweet dose of pleasure and pain. As I look from your face, to your riding boots, to the beautiful sculpturing of your legs from the confines of your full length leather coat, I feel a deep surge within; the tightening of my thighs and belly, the pump of seed from my balls to the eye of my cock. You let the long garment open as you draw back your coat tails and stand with your hands on your hips, your gorgeous legs spread wide.

Wicked Dreams 1

bdsm BradLee 2018-11-20

I have been awake for some time in the large dog basket at the foot of your bed where you have me sleep, naked but for my heavy black leather collar padlocked around my throat, listening to the sound of you grunting and moaning with pleasure, and the sound of your fingertips sloshing in the folds of your wet cunt as you frig yourself to a noisy climax. I lap at your fingers wet with your pussy juice as you present them over the edge of the bed and hear you giggle with pleasure at the touch of my tongue. “Yes Mistress,” I cry out as my body tightens, my climax courses through me and I ejaculate strings of white cum into the air which splatter over my thighs and mingle with the rain.

Wicked Dreams 3

bdsm BradLee 2018-11-19

You spread your knees wide, your bare skin flashing from the tails of your coat, and you grip your fingers in my hair as you slide the bulbous head of your strap on dildo between my arse cheeks to invade the tightness of my anal whorl. You grasp the collar around my neck with the fingers of both hands and choke me until my face is swollen and red and I gasp for breath whenever your grip allows. And now I must endure the sweet pain of listening to you giggling and teasing one another, the sound of soft wet kisses, and the sound of your mutual excitement as fingers explore juicy cavities. You giggle as you turn back to look at Chloe who I cannot see.

More Wicked Dreams

bdsm BradLee 2018-10-30

Chloe stands over me naked, and as I look at her wonderful hourglass figure, her crumpled blonde hair around her shoulders, the nip of her tiny waist, and the swell of her heavy breasts, I know why I seek humiliation such as this; it is to be enchanted by the beauty of sexually hungry women, to offer myself to them and their audacious desires. And so I lie for what seems like an eternity, biting onto the wad of wet lingerie in my mouth, my eyes wide and my cock agonisingly swollen in its cage, watching my wife’s pussy being plundered right in front of my face.

Dollars For Debauchery

bdsm J_Dodd 2018-09-19

Hold my calls and make sure that the door to Cell 5 is marked as being occupied once we get inside." She turned to look at the pale face of Tanya down by the floor, "Wouldn't want your darling son or daughter coming in and watching Mommy act like a filthy animal, would we?" she added with another vicious tug on the leash. Heather paced in her heels admiring the beautiful woman – how her breathing remained ragged in that position, how her hair fell over her face causing her to finally lose that timid housewife look and for her inner wanton whore to surface. Mistress Heather casually walked up to the prone body and removed the hook from Tanya's tight asshole, with a slight pop.

Maitresse Knows Your Desire

bdsm unefemme 2017-12-21

She understands, for example, that it is good to make you kneel naked before her, to make you beg to lick Her black high heels, to make you lay there, open and available and vulnerable, for hours on the floor at Her feet, to have you beg Her to give you the slightest amount of attention (thinking all the while of whether you are in any way worthy of having Her fuck your ass, which you are not). These things Maitresse understands. This freedom of which they speak, what can it mean compared to the feeling of Her heel pressed into your chest, daring you to breathe without Her permission?