Haruna Lets Herself Get Tied Up With Her Legs Spread Apart

I could savour the taste of my own ass on his meat, it wasn't too different from the taste of Adrian's ass. Both Marco's tongue and mine, met few times during the cleaning process, then when the Gypsy's prick seemed as good as pristine, we both started kissing, with Adrian's cockhead between our lips. I was sharing the sceptre of our Prince with my best mate. We were making love to it with our tongues, clamping both set of lips over Adrian's purple cockhead. That was the hottest thing I did in my entire life. We eventually broke the kiss and Marco rested his body over mine. “That was unbelievable”, I moaned while stroking his hair. “What did I tell you, you and your stupid fascist beliefs” “You're damn right”, I replied. So much time wasted. Me and Marco got thoroughly cleaned up with the help of two small towels we kept asian in the dashboard. The boys didn't bother at all, they just put their clothes on, and light up a cigarette each, puffing away few metres from the car. Those dirty fuckers, but we loved them because of it. We finally managed to put on the uniform and were about to get on the car, when Adrian stopped me, “Wait, I need to take a piss”. As I stood there beside the driver seat, he pulled out the waistband of his tracksuit and fished out his soft cock. He looked down at my shiny boots, and started pissing on it. He looked me in the eyes while the stream of his piss was splashing all over my boots. I never lowered my eyes the whole time, he wanted me to let me know who was the boss, lingerie and I wanted to let him know that I accepted him as my Master. He was simply marking his territory, now I was his. If that wasn't enough, as he finished pissing on my boots, he started wiping his cock on the trousers of my uniform. He took his sweet time teen with it, wiping it really slowly, challenging me to complain, and maybe put him in his place, like I was expected to. But I never did it. I knew what my place was, from now on, I was just another unworthy faggot in my Prince's exclusive harem. To be continued... (Maybe?) Do you think I fetish should continue the story? Have you got any suggestion? Let me know. - I hope you liked the story. I like to write, I am mainly into Gay and Bisex stuff. The main subjects of my stories are usually submission/domination and younger/older, with the younger generally being the dominant one. I also write stories on commission, you choose the settings, names, age, and places, and write a small synopses, and I will flash it out for you. So let's start off japanese right. This had been a long day and work had been especially rough. After the naps, they cleaned up from the day, washing the sweat and fish away. Then he drew back. ‘it’s all for you lingerie darling, you know that’ she reassured me ‘plus Jarrod japanese will be looking at all the younger ladies in the bar tonight’ she continued. The intensity of the teen pain, of course, also played a part. The assistant was helping them settle down and trying to get a feel of their requirements. A proof of their enduring partnership. My fingers stroked up and down my pussy, pleasure rushing through me. My toes curled as my juices coated my digits. My head was moved up on the pillows with one arm around fetish my back and the other holding my head. Ryan seemed to enjoy my humiliation and he soon got a hard-on. The monster bellowed in pain. When we were leaving Lucy asked Darren what that room was for. I shuddered. Chad watched his daughter as she got the movie ready to play, giving him an eye full as she bent over the entertainment center. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her pussy and lick her thighs, but when I tried to put my mouth anywhere near her pussy, she pushed me away. “You mind if I get back to work, sir?” As she stepped out of her panties. “We were teenagers once too. He motor boated then a few times. There were 9 more swats in relatively quick order and after each one I managed to say what Ethan expected, but the pain was excruciating and I had started crying. this is so awesome! She kissed him and told him that she was all nervous about him going on the attack on the drug cartel. You’re telling me my feelings don’t matter basically because of asian what sex I was born, something I can’t control. I groaned at the pillowy softness of them. After we had finished our drink, Jordan went back to the bar and I went with him. He wouldn’t tell me where he was going to take me, “Just wear something classy.” So naturally, my curiosity was bubbling over. Going to treat her like the puta that she is.”