Location: Bucuresti, Romania
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples
Body Type: slender
I have no interest in your play. It is not for you, its for you, little one. You do not deserve to be pleased like this. I will have to see to it that youmention no more than a glance, and that you indicate to no another that you have two bladders there. You are in utter excitement because of this. You have no idea what you are doing. Everything is in slow motion, in slow oh God. You can't see what you are doing, but you see and smell what you are doing. Taking things for yourself is extremely hard, and if you struggle you will only make yourself cum harder, but you are already becoming to excited. I want to take this momentum and run with, to grind and pinch every inch of skin for pain, but I'm as nervous as hell. To being dissolve me into the very core of you, unbound from all of that, separating all of the pathetic suppers that you have to offer, being able to touch, feel, possess, punish and, above all, worship. This will take some time, and it will hurt, but once I get the whole thing down pat, you will taste the very essence of me, in spanish, if you can only reach out and touch me. It will take a commitment between the two of you to achieve this, and once you have started, you will not touch each other unless there are mutual consent from both of you. This is not a question, this is a demand, and I am ordering you to fulfill it. Go to the center of the room and immediately kneel. I will watch, and if you fail to obey the command, you will receive punishment according to the rules above, but if you disobey, you will be punished once again according to the rules.
If you cheat, you will be beaten and humiliated, and if you do both of those things, I will leave for a while, and come back to have a good, tight lunch with you. Most importantly, you will never, ever, leave me. I will be the one sitting at the table. Sitting at the table is difficult enough. Bringing people to our table is even harder. We start with me gently and discreetly lighting some candles, pouring wine, and preparing the pastas and other ingredients ahead of time. Now it is time to get the fire going. As I was saying, we are in the living room now, and it looks like a nicely lit room with a nice ambience. The music is soft, rhythmical. It sounds like a really nice romantic movie, with me leading you in and out of the room on the dance floor. We are even going upstairs with our little charade, to the penthouse apartment where you will spend the entire evening, if the marriage is to be true. I want you to think about what you are doing. As you are thinking about it, our voices fade away. You feel a stinging, biting blow across the cheek. Another, lighter goes down, on your other cheek.
There is a sharp sting, and then silence. You realise that the light is abating, you can hear the conversation around us. I look over at you again, and see you have got really wet, blushing from the rubbing. The best compliment I can give is to take your hand and gently rub yourself, to feel how wet you are. But you aren't dry, are you? Not for long, you hear. You can feel your own arousal growing, as you realise where your mouth has been, how weak you have been. You ring out "Please, Sir" but your voice is hushed. I speak again, "Not yet, my sweet, it's a bit early for that." You ring out "Yes, Sir" again, but there is only a soft moue of laughter in our voice. You feel one of the stinging blows across your ass. You ring out "Yes, Sir" again, but there is only a woob of laughter in our voice. Again, I speak, "Yes, Sir" to the horse. It takes a bit, but I understand your need. I stop to help you from a gallop. You feel a stinging, biting blow across your ass again. This time though, it is much harder, and you cry out, "Yes, Sir!" The fire in our cheeks is intense now. We are out of the carriage now, and I command you to walk and I have this cool, silvery thing squirming in my lap, so to speak..
Analii Streamate first seen on top of him and jerks his load on her face.
All he wants to party with after a show though.
I was sitting at my fathers house bored in the guest room so we played some background noise to cover up her sounds.