Hello, sir.
I’m at your feet again. I have black tights and bodice. A little makeup makes me more feminine than you could imagine. I look at your feet, as I miss. I missed my owner. The whore should know and feel the smell of the legs of its master. Gently stroking your ankle with each of the legs with my hand. I am pleased to touch you, my dear master.
I probably would have turned out not a bad masseuse. But the whore of me is certainly cool.
“Oh,” I only managed to say, feeling how your strong hands grabbed me under the mouse and put it with cancer.
When I still considered myself a man, I was very ashamed of such a pose. It seemed to me extremely humiliating meekly lean forward and substitute your ass of the same male person as I myself. But now I have become a whore and a woman. I have become a different person. I am not ashamed that I belong to such a passionate and real man like you, my gentleman.
Dropping my head and leaning my hands on my knees, I stand with cancer and wait.
Your hands nervously tear my tights opposite the entrance to the ass. The crack of the torn temptation tissue of tights drowns out the beating of my heart.
– Why, you, so, dear? I would take everything away myself, – I mutter in the voice of an offended chick, not me with a shameful whore pose.
– Be quiet, whore. What I want and do, slut. Understood?! – You rudely throw me, attaching to my ass, everything is denser.
Sweat pierces all my feminine body. Without moving, I continue to stand with cancer and feel your fingers on my pope.
– You have a beautiful back pussy, Sveta, – looking and gripping my ass, you throw it to me.
I smile, enjoying from communication with you.
You knock on an erect member about my ass.
I feel his strength and size. I am proud that I belong to such a strong man and rude owner. Listening to my body, it becomes obvious that my dick also got up.
I have a riser, but I have to state this in a feminine pose with cancer. I could probably be a passionate male myself, but even a stronger man conquered me and won me. This is my master. This is my gentleman. I am ready to forget about my erection for the sake of the owner. I have long come to terms with the fact that I am his woman and his fucking. My dick is rubbed about tights, but all my attention is concentrated on sensations in my pope.
The dick tries to squeeze there. Phallus!!!
He is huge. I am slightly frightened and frantically squeezing the muscles of the priests.
– Sveta, I want you. Let go! – You whisper gently, but after a moment you beat me with a fist in the side.
“I’m afraid, master,” I whisper in the voice of a cowardly girl.
– You are born to be a whore. Find fate, – you raise your voice, making several blows with your palm on my buttocks.
Your hands pull my ass to yourself and the dick slowly and tightly entering my hole.
“Mommy,” I lament in a way, stronger covered with drops of sweat.
My breathing is intermittent. I get used to your gun inside myself. I even feel the blessed smile of my master with my back. You feel good in me. Not wanting to show that a fucking-overbreak of a woman, I flirt on a dick and imitate surprise.
“Do not build a girl out of yourself, a collective farm posture,” you laugh, starting tremors.
I smile nervously in response, and I wave it gently. How deep and tight you entered!!! I am both hard and pleasant to me. « I am twisted on the dick »- Winged fucking phrase revolves in my empty female head. My riser becomes even stronger. I give my ass and carefully jerk over my dick pantyhose. you Belong With Me. I’m happy to be your whore.
– Oh, oh, – now and then I shudder with your strong shocks.
The shocks become faster and stronger. The ass is champing from lubrication. The legs are given from female weakness and a surge of tenderness to the owner.
Your huge cock torn my tender tight anal flesh. It seems to me that I am sitting on a stake from the fence. You have it og-r-a!!! I have never had men like you. You are super.
I wave it. I wave it. I try to please you.
You are hollowing me in the ass of entering the taste.
We are sweaty and happy fuck. This is bliss. I can be a woman under a real monster and macho. Feeling the superpower of the erection of your member, I understand that I like me and. You like your whore with eggs!
Grunting in a voice, you are close to orgasm.
As an experienced whore, I connect to your experiences – and wave and erotically moan to the beat of your movements. Your dick takes me ooooooo deep. Squeeze your dick tightly and gently …I want sperm, master!
You push the entire length and oooenhenb deep …
Pause! Oooooooo!!!
Sprayed!
It became wet inside me.
Sperm burned my gut.
– What am I am a lustful toll, – I think to myself, I feel moisture inside myself.
– You are born to be a chick, Sveta. You are super -breeze, – you whisper gratefully, stroking my sides.
Shiny with sweat, I smile silently in response, dutifully standing in a whore pose with cancer.
Only now do you understand that my torn kapron slightly wiped your tender area near the groin.
“Come out of me,” I forgot about my female entity unusually imperiously built a phrase, waiting for your action in the pose of the laundress with a sluggish dick in the pope.
“Don’t command, bitch,” you answered menacingly and …Started to urinate in my ass.
– Oh. You want to humiliate me? – I asked tearfully, dutifully standing cancer.
“Yes, I want,” you retorted casually and indifferently rudely, continuing to urinate right in my ass.
“I agree, if you want it, the owner,” I whispered almost dutifully, filling in urine.
“On your knees, bitch,” you barked roughly, piercing.
I knelt down and took a dick in my mouth without unnecessary questions. Licked him and rinked in the mouth, I was a couple of slap and was kicked out to the toilet to wash.
– — — — — — —
Thank you for everything, master.
I belong to you.
I’m waiting for new meetings.
Sveta (whore and rag)
I will never be a man, but I have a master. I am proud of this. I’m yours.
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