I am handcuffed and a prison robe introduce me into your office. Roba is an orange overalls with a lock from gate to a width.
Opposite your desktop is a chair chained to the floor. The escort pushes me and seals me on a chair, wringes his hands back and handcuffs with handcuffs to the iron back of the chair.
You sit at the table and look at me predatoryly. With your hand, make a sign of the escort to retire. You get up from the table and slowly pacing the cabinet.
You are on a tight -fitting police uniform. Narrow skirt in tightening to the knee, blue blouse with a blue tie and a jacket. You are painted somewhat vulgar. A lot of carcasses, blue shadows and bright, red, depraved-growing lips. I hate you, but my masculine nature pulls to you. You turn me away at the same time and excite me.
You ask a question. I’m starting to answer you, trying to explain everything. You grab my face, shout to stop lying.
I see your eyes so close. Your bright lips. I put my foot on my foot, afraid that you! Notice my involuntary erection.
You leave you sit on the table and repeat the question. I’m starting to answer inconsistently, not stopping staring at your knees. You catch my gaze and suddenly raise your skirt above and spread your legs. I see black stockings and lace black panties. My cock soars upward. You take off the jacket. With your hands you take out one breast from a bra and moistening your finger with saliva begin to caress your nipple. I’m starting to moan softly and beg you to come to me. My cock rests on the overalls castle. I bend in a chair, my hands are handcuffed behind my back. You continue to play with your nipple, you are amused by my torment.
I scream so that you take my cock, call you a hand -free bitch, but my torment will only mix you, and curses will be made. You take off your skirt, spread your legs wide, run with your hands on the inside of the hips.
I almost lose consciousness, bend in a chair, my moans look like the moans of a wounded beast, I almost lose consciousness, you drive me crazy. You enjoy your power over me.
Suddenly you suddenly come to me. You jerk out the castle. You look at my excited, large, hot cock.
You run the tongue on the head, take it in your mouth and I am violently and unexpectedly for us both in my mouth. You spit white fluid to the floor. Give me a sonorous slap in ….
“I will rot you in prison,” you score.
“I can again,” I say quietly.
“Prove it,” you say menacingly.
You kiss me on the lips, biting them in the blood, filling my mouth with my tongue, and you dig into my scrotum with your nails, scratch it with nails, scratch your pubis. I’m starting to moan either from passion or from pain. You move away from me. Remove the bra and panties and remain in stockings on the belt and high -heeled shoes. Pass your hands around the neck, raise your hair up …. . You are so Beautiful.. My cock begins to come to life, I look at you without looking up. You turn to me with your back spread your legs and move a boot slightly, lean forward, leaning on the table. I already have. I beg you to let me! Enter you. You turn to me, make indecent movements on my member, but you do not sit on it. I beg you, please …You just grin. I’m bending, twitching on a chair …You give me your nipple in your mouth, demand to lick it …I take him in my mouth, lick him, kiss, then the second …. You squat a little over my member, ooooo how it is wet and hot there, how my member wants to go there, to send you there …I beg you to go down on him, but you just grin and continue only to touch him a little …
I am almost fighting from desire and pain …You finally took pity on me, turned your back, put your hands between your legs and planted on my member …oooooooo …. How good I am, I beg you deeper, move …. I feel your ass with my pubis#8230;You are sitting sharply and deep#8230;. like this.. Yes …more ….
I ask you to free me at least one hand …You get to the table, take the key, open one handcuff, without getting off my penis …I start to crush your breasts with a freed hand!, A whole sweaty, hot back …. Then I wrap my hand just below the waist and hold you, stronger, planting … on my dick;You try to break out, but only tighten tightly, friction is stronger, we are one, we begin to moan together, already poorly thinking …we finish together, at the same time, violently.
You are tiredly leaning back on me, turning your head, kiss …Then you get up, get dressed quickly, army straightening)) you fasten my overalls, close the handcuff.
“Convoyr,” you shout, “take it away, prisoner.
“Bitch,” I wheeze, “you used me.
– Get out, – evil, without turning around, you piss through your teeth.
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