She would never be half the submissive that his beloved Carol is, but she was the best that he had found so far.He had met her in a 'dungeon club' a w...eek ago. Her name is Kirsten, and she is blond, compliant, and twenty-four. She told him that she was healthy, and that her former Master had insisted that she have her tubes tied. He had even taken her for the operation to make sure that it was done. Last week, Peter had taken her to a doctor for a full check-up. She had passed all the tests, and. He looked back at the Beta. He thought out loud to Beta: What was that? Beta continued to feed as if no one had spoken to him. ‘I’ve been to that Hotel.’ Beta continued to feed. ‘I don’t know the Doorman, but may know the Concierge.’ Beta didn’t care. Flustered, he tapped the glass and Beta continued to feed. Beta was to be of no assistance, so, he receded into the shadows and sipped his Scotch, watching the crowd, listening to the music as he contemplated what to do. He was free until noon. . A barely audible mew of pleasure escapes my slack lips at the knowledge that her mouth is full, not with Grant’s sweet cock, but with my wanton pussy’s hot, sticky juices, that it is me that she is savouring as she slides her way up and around the veined muscle that separates us. I want … I want … I want so much, but still I am the perfect plaything, the good girl, the favourite fucktoy. Even as Grant’s cock splits my beautifully naked, shaven peach, even as his tempo accelerates, even as he. Andre was a cocksucker of note, and shortly my dick was caressing the back of his throat. Andre showed excellent communication skills with his hands as they moved back and forth on my hips. Having taken the edge off my lust earlier, I was determined to make the face-fucking last longer. Joyfully, Andre was equal to the task, and I could not believe how accommodating his mouth and throat were.As I started playing with his dick and balls, Andre’s fingers began caressing my butthole. Andre had a.
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