noticed a blush on her chest. You can not simulate a rush of blood. Only, having an orgasm, this is possible. Looking into her eyes, Bossman sank down on her body, then, stretching out his hands under her shoulders, reached out to her wrists and pressed, immobilizing her. The bossman began to move his hips in and out. Although she already had an orgasm, perhaps the first orgasm in her life, he noticed that her body was beginning to react to his movements again. He felt her legs begin to clasp him, cuddle up to him, making it difficult for him to move. She was still looking into his eyes when he leaned down and bit her neck. Her breathing increased. Bossman for a minute continued to slowly enter her pussy, and then changed position. He hugged her hips with his legs, forcing them to cling to each other. His penis and scrotum easily slid on the nylon of her stockings. He liked the sense of control over the woman in this position. Although his thighs were pressed, his cock was big enough to slide into the vagina anyway. Feelings overwhelmed him, and he lost control. He began to whip her face, but not much, so as not to cause harm, but only in order to assert his ownership of it. Her face and neck were reddened by his blows and passion, but there were no bruises. Then he turned her on the left side and lifted her right leg up, and he sat on her left thigh. His crotch and crotch "M" are now in contact, providing maximum penetration into it. There was no such woman in the world that he would have forced to beg for mercy in this position, and so “M” begged him again and again. When he grabbed her right leg and fixed her knee on his chest, he leaned forward, pushing her leg back, thereby giving him the opportunity to go deeper even more. He heard “M” begging him to allow her to lower her leg, that he was too deep in her, but he did not allow it. She is his slave. He drove into it almost to the uterus, but he didn’t allow himself to continue pushing his dick. He did not want to harm her. There was another way to move inside a woman, seeking complete submission from her, but Victoria has not yet reached this stage, and may never reach it. Somehow he just tells her.

The more he hurt me, the more I responded. Nobody knew about this part of me, not even me. That rational part of me, which looked at everything from the side, saw that I was taking his blows and pushes with a kind of magnetic touch of erotic humility.

He continued to work on her body, controlling, like the rider of an unbroken horse, he led her to a new barrier, until she reached the barrier and her body began to rest. He will force her to pass this point of no return, and so will be every time until there is no unexplored territory left inside her at all. His storming of her body created the perfect storm. And it's time to erupt. Bossman's cum shot in Victoria with the power of thousands of hurricanes. The pushes of hot white sperm seemed to penetrate deeper and deeper into his slave until her eyes began to roll.

Teenagers of different ages have their own dreams and sexual fantasies - making love in cars with their favorite players or young students, or on a desert island with a romantic man and so on. Immediately there was no romance, no vanilla love. It was brutal sex. Nothing more. It seemed that he was discovering new limits in me, with each new position I began to re-climb the steps of experience. It seems to have finished, but he turned me over and it all started all over again. He was a flesh machine. I probably finished a thousand times.And when he still poured out, his emotions were so vivid that I thought that I could not survive them. When I was able to move again, I hugged his neck and sobbed. I gave him everything I was, and now everything depended on him what he would do to me.

Bossman lay on his side. He now knew that he could begin her training. She will give her body and soul. The last thing he allowed "M" is to remove heels. But that's all. Out of generosity, he forced the “M” to insert the anal plug. Now she was breathing exactly as if she had fallen asleep. He regained her breath and noticed that the reddening of her breast began to fade. He rolled over and fell asleep. He woke in the middle of the night with a brutal erection. But made her relieve his tension. He knocked over the sleepy "M" and, spreading her legs, in one motion burst into her. She woke up from his impulsive movements and, screaming, tried to throw off. He immediately plugged her, and began to pump up her pussy with short and hard pushes.

I came out of a half-sleep and screamed when someone started shoving a telephone pole between my legs. Besides the fact that it was painful, it was unexpected, and she screamed. I roughly pounded fists on his back, but began to faint when he strangled me for my humility.

By the fourth or fifth push, her vagina began to moisten, and, entering a rhythm, he began to drive his penis into her body, like a hammer. Here he released her throat. She finally woke up and looked at him in fear. Soon fear was replaced by lust.

As soon as the dream was gone, I realized that my Lord is in me and in me, the fear immediately vanished. Seeing that I recognize him, he stopped strangling me and concentrated on my conquest as a member. After nine seconds, I began podmahivat him, but it is not as satisfied as a couple of hours ago.

Bossman thought to himself that the bitch finally entered the role, and, just, on time. He thrashed her for another ten minutes before he felt the familiar excitement in the crotch. He shot her, making a moan of pleasure, and sank down on her, without pulling the penis out of her pussy. Her fingers all continued to scrape, although he no longer moved. It angered him, he pulled away from the slave and fell asleep.

In the end, he shot deep into the sperm and fell on me. He was hard, I tried to cling to him, but it seems that it only angered him. He chained my right wrist to the head of the bed, rolled over and fell asleep again. I lay wondering what the hell it was. I definitely didn’t finish, and may not fall asleep for the next couple of hours until I calm down. I lay somewhere for half an hour, listening to the breath of my Lord. Finally, I fell asleep, hand on my master.