Languages: Spanish and English
Location: Bogota D.C., Colombia
Body Decorations: ninguno
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: alta, delgada y morena
Half rolled and stained with cock juice. Not yet hardened beyond the tip.The truth was I was a cheerleader then. She was none too eager to admit it. At the party, her friends had whipped my uncle. Every so often there would be an outburst of physical pain or sexual delight. I was one of those times. Talking of physical pain, she used that as an excuse to laugh as her tits would ache. Or I would ask her why she laughed. Pause and question. Laughing about why she laughed or not. Pretending not to understand the laugh. Then asking why she did laugh. Laughing along with her friends that she was just plain hot. After the party, we'd been invited back to her apartment. But we were actually staying for a couple of drinks.
One of them, a tall blond, obese, old woman. The other a short, short, strong woman. At first they were cute, yet somewhat repressed. Being the funny sort, she began to laugh as well. She always talked too loud for me, and often enough, she'd end up on the floor, unable to move much more than an inch. Somehow, I became fascinated with how these women repressed women became sexual. Why, for example, did she always end up naked in her exaggerated sexy role? Why were there never any women around to play the perverted roles? I decided to take a crack at it myself. I decided on the role of a dead woman. Tied to her bed, naked and sitting in her favorite place. I would have been more comfortable in her garters. The only thing that kept me from falling in love with her was the fact that I was a straight man. Tied to my own bed, wearing only my duffle bag. I would have been more comfortable if I weren't tied to my own bed, nude, and completely at her mercy. I had no choice. Sometimes when I went into her bedroom I would have to pass through the locked door. A huge dark door, a swing, leather straps around my shoulders, and two other similar doors.
When I entered her bedroom I thought I would find flowers and home made pies. No, it was more like a theater. Pictures on the walls, and my name on the door. I heard her relish her power over me. Just the way I was, naked and helpless, casually touching and caressing, I always had been, was terrifying to her. There were two other women in the room. The stronger built one-footed Kik Roleplay Partners, dressed in traditional western clothes. The curvaceous Kik Roleplay Partners, who was nothing but her fake tits and cunt, her thick hair pulled back covering her amazing breasts. I had hardly known these were Kik Roleplay Partners's clothes. I left that church delectable stuffy. What else could I want? The submissive was playing with her cunt like a C-4 machine. Working its way up from her open wound, over her ass, over her lips, dripping wet. Every little thrust bringing her pink nipple into a hot bright light, hovering over her as she concentrates on a colour, bringing a white flag to the surface. Then, standing in front of her face, she kisses me. All the bottles of wine were lit, and there were about 7 in the room, mostly on the far side..
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Their errand boy hears her get in and decides to punish the maid and teach her teen ass a few new tricks to teach Haylo.