Thin, fragile. Brown hair. Kare. Dark eyes and eternal wet lustful shine in them.

I saw her from the back. Dark fitted coat, knee-high skirt, chiseled legs, medium heel. I want to touch those, but few decide, it is impregnable. You do not know what to expect.

I just hugged her. Flinched.

We walked a little along the old street. She was damn attractive in these twilights, under the light of yellowish lanterns.

We drank hot tea. About what they chatted. But each of us knew why this meeting and what could lead to.

She clearly and perceptibly feared, but slowly got used to me. To my words and views. I looked at her like a very tasty female, like a bitch who would kneel and suck cock. I'll hold her hair and fuck. Admire her humiliation.

And it will flow from every word, action. From each order.

- Are you ready?

She was slow to answer. She hid her eyes.

I sat next to the couch. She is slightly in the corner. My hand was on her thigh. I moved up. Squeezed her thigh from the inside. She pressed herself into the back of the couch.

- Spread your legs. I said barely audible, but for her it was thunder.

She slightly spread her legs. I walked higher. Lace gum stocking. Soft skin. Thin silk of her linen.

Yane was persistent. But she rejoiced me with obedience.

- It is time.

- Yes.

She was walking, swaying, nearly fell, grabbed me by the elbow.

- You still have to drive.

- Yes, yes, I'm sorry.

We drove to her house. This was her condition and the condition of her husband.

They were a couple, and both were wildly humiliated. We communicated virtually and they happily, both carried out orders.

This was our first meeting. We agreed that she will come first, we will talk and go to them if everything is ok.

The husband was supposed to meet us at the door. In the collar, on his knees and with his head down.

She got behind the wheel. I sat as a passenger. We drove a bit. Forest belt.

- Turn off.

She shuddered again, but did everything.

Country Road. The car was visible from the road, but off to the side. Especially already quite dark.

- Zadier skirt. Coat in the back seat.

She did everything. I saw her cream blouse, see-through nipples. The skirt was crumpled at the waist. Thin panties, white, silk.

- Take off panties.

She raised herself over the seat. Inconvenient. But, nevertheless, pulled them. I didn’t even lift it, and they lay there, somewhere on the floor.

- Spread your legs.

She looked ahead. Licked her lips. And I squeezed her pussy. Her tender and squishy pussy. She was on edge and on limit. A thin strip on the pubis. Openwork gum stockings.

- Chest.

She unbuttoned her blouse. And I admired her profile, half-open lips, tender neck.

I crushed her clit and cunt. It hurt her, but she only instinctively tried to move towards.

And I already saw her nipples. Sticking invitingly, swollen and reddish-brown. She wanted to pierce them and ring the ring, as she said with Skype a week ago. I have not yet resolved. It was painfully good chest.

I squeezed one tits, pulled the nipple, twisted.

She just breathed faster, moaning a little.

- Cork took with you?

- Yes Yes. In her purse.

- Take it.

She rummaged and pulled the butt plug centimeter 2, 5 in diameter.

- You will suck, whore, understood?

- Yes.

I threw back the chair. And she was already moving below. In an uncomfortable and humiliating pose, with vybilannymi tits and a skirt. She got the dick and began to suck him, eagerly, but with tenderness. I did not help, did not direct. Just watched her lips on a cock that periodically flashed from under her square.

- And now you sit ass fucking, okay, whore?

- Yes, yes, yes, Master.

She was already in front of me. I felt her tight point, she fidgeted, I just pressed down on my shoulders, and she began to sit down, the dick was wet from her suction, and the ass was developed.

She sat down completely. I felt her tight little hole. She exhaled, folded her arms over her chair.

I pushed her back.

- Hands behind the back, the creature.

- Yes, Sir, I'm sorry. She rustled. I leaned back.Hands cramped on the lower back. Began to move up and down.

I twisted nipples, spanked on the boobs, there were traces of my hands. On her boobs, stomach, thighs.

She was getting faster. Moaned out loud.

Slap in the face.

Sob.

Slap in the face.

Moan.

- Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I stopped her on the verge of orgasm. She looked at me widely and excitedly.

In the next thirty seconds I finished in her ass, flooded her. She howled and squirmed ass on

huy.

Became limp.

- Now you are banging and slapping your ass with a cork, okay?

- Yes, yes ... But uncomfortable here, I'll flood the seat.

Slap in the face.

- Yes, sir.

She clumsily slasila with a dick. But pretty cleverly caught the stream from the ass and plugged. On the seat remained sperm drops.

She crawled into the driver's seat.

- Take the creature with you.

She obediently licked the dick, then the seat. She gently with the tip of the tongue licked these drops.

Beautiful sight.

- Get stuck and go.

She buttoned something like a blouse, lowered her skirt. I fidgeted on the seat. And we moved

We drove, and in her ass splashed sperm.

She was focused.

To their house, we arrived 20 minutes later.

Fifth floor. And there is another whore waiting for me outside the door.

P. S .: I am looking for a virtual slave