Tempress Bongacams - I cam up, lotion up, and slip a really big happy end.

C'mon get in there, push the down on the ass of the vibrator, and uhh…nothing. Just a little squish here, and a little squish there." I turned the knob, and she immediately hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to clean up. Lucky for her, the showerhead was on the shower floor, not on the toilet. I could see her legs and upper torso shivering from the cold running water. I opened the showerhead again, and starting moving the water around in the showerhead…squishing, squishing…cooing. She couldn't hide a groan, but she was getting more comfortable. She was like a saw horse in heat. Her thighs were a sweaty mess, her tits were bruised, she was covered in a sheen of sweat. I switched the showerhead off, and left her to bathe herself. It was fairly hot, about 105 degrees F. The clothes I bought for her were clearly intended for play, but my intentions were clearly to have her shed those clothes and come so naked as to please me. Soon her body glistened in the soft light from the overhead light, as her nipples had gotten hard and her t-shirt had bunched around her waist. I ran the clothes from her over her shoulder and down the arm of the chair. I lifted her t-shirt up over her head, and tossed it across the coffee table. I could see she was embarrassed by it. I leaned over and licked her pussy softly, as if she were a kid in a candy store.

I took my belt from the side table, and unbuckled it from her waist. I looked at the bruises on her lower abdomen. They were from the small bump that I made while belt walking. I stood behind her, and fed the belt across her belly. Another barely audible bite as she gasped and squirmed. I uncuffed her legs, and then the arms. I spread my ass cheeks apart, and fed the belt over my pussy. Finally, I pulled the belt hard across her cheeks, and gave it a sharp yank. She stumbled a little, and then straightened her legs. I stepped around her, and undid her jeans. She jerked away, but kept her eyes downcast. This was a much more difficult task, than she had expected. Her puffy pussy lips were matted with sticky honey. I could smell her anticipation. I pushed the bra back from her body, and had her lean over the back of the chair, her arms over her head. I pushed the skirt up, and had her bend forward, her breasts pressed hard against the back of the neck. I pushed her skirt up over her feet, and pushed her panties aside.

I pulled the half-doll under her stocking, and shoved it up into her pussy. She was quite wet, her slit swollen even more, her clit red and a tiny red speck. She was getting hard under me. I pushed the stocking back, and let it slip through her pussy. The stocking had a small metal ring at one end that when pulled open pulls the ring tight, and creates a very small but constant pulsing against the velvet of the stocking. The other end of the stocking is longer and pulls the velvet to the side creating a very slight but enough pressure against the clit clamp. She is still moaning and whimpering, and is proving to me she does indeed like this. I stepped up behind her again, and shoved the half-doll up her cunt. The pressure of the half-doll pulled her tight along her clit, and caused her to arch her back a little. Again, I pulled the half-doll out, and brought it back into place. This time, I pushed the stocking firmly down into her pussy, and then pulled the entire stocking into her tight little pussy. She was moaning, and gyrating her hips under me. She is still moaning and whimpering, and is proving to me she does indeed like this. I stepped back again, and looked at my hand rubbing her clit. I really need to get a good night's rest, and this should go much better than my last. I rubbed her clit faster, and she was groaning even harder..