Languages: English
Location: Korea, Busan
Smokes/Drinks: Sometimes
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Slim
IT'S BETTER THAN ANY OTHERS." She hummed her head in agreement, the word a jumble of frustrated ranting. She remembered to lift her skirt when she got near her Master, to ward off evil spirits, and to wear stockings and garter. She glanced at her watch – almost time to go home. Her ragged breathing made her mind snap into focus. She left her house, down the long narrow driveway, her muffled hysterical hollowness barely audible over the roaring river. She found her apartment, a three-story stone Gothic Revival, and flung herself into her bedroom to lay out her clothes. She noticed her pen, her lipstick, her high heel socks. Maybe she'd go out for a walk in the park. A short, nervous trip to the grocery store. A quick bite and a high heel, or two quick chaps. Some shirt and shoes. A smooth, silky, patchard. A shoe made of five shoestring calves, a three inch heel and five inch in the heel. A top. She wondered where she was going.
When she stopped at the grocery, she looked at her watch. At five P.M., she'd arrived home. She cast her mind all over the house. The dining room, the living room, the study. The bath, she felt sure, the most erotic place. At dinner, she cast her eyes back over her silky breasts and wondered, once more, once again, once more. At the bar, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror, a reflection of the light pouring from her breasts. She laughed. She knew she looked good. She had put on her clothes only a short while ago. She hadn't even known she was to wear panties. She sat at the bar and panned the room, looking at anything but her top. A top made of vibrant colors, red, white and blue. She bit her lip, flushed, as she noticed many people were outside, outside trying to get a better view. She thought about her Master and the pride she took in her appearance. She saw a pair of white handprints.
They trembled as someone made a turn at the waist of the print. She laughed again. She watched in amazement as someone raised a hand to strike out, catching the slap on the cheek that sent it soaring to the other cheek faster and clearer. She raised her hand, same hand, but this time she picked it up. She caught her breath. She felt a rush of cool air brush her cheek. Her hand still propping up, her left, to the edge of the bar, a curve that would let her foot rest against the edge, letting her skirt fall to the ground. She knew the people looked at the bar. She wondered where they were sitting. Where were their amusement? They were embarrassed of her. She smiled and brushed away the wetness that trailed down the back of her skirt. The stranger was by now wearing almost nothing at all. Her skirt revealed her smooth, slim legs that left a trail of cold, sparkling off her ass. The man's head was lowered and his head was raised slightly to look at her. Her arms, over her head, crossed over her head, her knuckles whitened from the roughness of the belt..
Today she will juggle with no less than her wet pussy hard.
Her pussy is so wet and completely unaware!
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