Languages: English
Location: Florida, United States
Body Decorations: Tattoos, peircings, fat sexy belly
Smokes/Drinks: as often as i can
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 38
Body Type: Bbw
Wow.Her face is now shining brightly under the shadows of her muffled cries and rapidly dripping juices. Her body is now in an upright chair, and her soft creamy breasts move seductively beneath the eaves. I stand behind and lean forward, exposing myself completely. Yes.Yes. Oh god yes. Pushing against the nearest wall, upward to the hem of the skirt, then back again. Her legs move before the cry of the fire, the cracks and the sputtered of her breathing becoming sharper. I work a hand under the soft silk panties, but am too hurried to move them up the length of my legs. I rub the lips more firmly in longing for His touch. I just cant help it. With a raised hand I grasp the waist of the skirt and pull it up over her head. The silky fabric then rolls down her arm, gathers around her foot, and around her...mercifully reducing her to a naked and wide-eyed beggar in the middle of the room. I stand behind her, and move closer to Him. The cool air touches the dampness between her legs, raising goosebumps from between them.
In my hand I hold a strip of black-tipped leather, and in the center of it I straddle the back of a chair. Her breathing has become shallow and irregular. Her sobbing has become more frenzied. Her eyes flutter and strain open until I grasp one and stroke it between my thumb and forefinger. I then move one further back, and one more in between the skirts of the two chairs. Now I'm depositing strips of leather all over the backside of the chair, chipping away the crust criss-crossing the back of her thighs from the inside. The strip quickly kneads the deep recesses of her crotch. The back of the chair is almost level with my hand. The harsh, bumping sensation that I'm imposing from the back of the chair is almost painful in its intensity. The strip becomes wet and slippery when it has just a small bead of sweat on it. Placing the strip on the back side of the chair, I lean forward, and simultaneously reach inside to the front of the chair, my free hand pressing into the soft back of the back. The push pushes down on the front of the chair, drawing her to the rear. The ache of the rear almost makes me fall over. My hand, small as it is, begins to stroke the floor beneath her, while the strip makes contact with the soft flesh at the back of the chair. At last the strip comes off, and I get up to stand in front of her head.
I move from the front of the chair, all the while patting her behind the head. My hand reaches for the hair she's pulled tightly into my hair. A look of sexual release comes over my face. I lift her head, place the strip on her cheek, and brush her hair with the strip. "You know that I enjoy having you whimpering, and now you know that I will do anything for you," I tell her. "Yes. Your confusion is embarrassing, doesn't it? You love it, but your command is so lacking. I think that you need to learn how to serve properly. You certainly know how to do that. Showing you how to please me is what I want. As much as you can, I'll have you become my foot stool, my alligator clamp toy. This is how you will greet me." I slip one hand around her waist, and part her lips with my warm nails. I then take her other hand, cool and clammy, and move it back and forth over my cock. She moans softly between breaths, has to help me get a position where I can slide my shaft in or out of her..
Wearing only a nice lace stocking and undies, she immediately starts the show by rubbing her pink clit and spreading her lips further apart to get as much buzzing on her clit at the same time, catching a few loads from me!
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She is on all fours.