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my day in a life
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my day in a life On my face run through the waves, as if on the surface of the lake, in which they threw a stone. This is due to the sensation of cold metal, touching the warm skin. I instinctively move forward, but strong male hands grab my аss, and bring me back to where I belong - in the position determined by my Teacher. The tool gradually warms up from the heat and moisture of my lye. He penetrates slowly and deeply, and my expression again becomes calm and smooth, like porcelain. A thin smile slightly stretches the tips of my mouth. An unexpected onslaught like tears me apart - I concentrate, I freeze, I strain, as long as the domineering hands make circular movements with the tool. My vagina is revealed. I let out a weak moan. The mechanism stops when I am completely open - completely and parade. The man behind me scrutinizes me, my inner self. My face freezes in a playful smile, and I peer at my good Teacher, turning back. I look at the expression on my face. In his eyes, endless curiosity is reflected as he peers into my innermost, mysterious feminine depths. Explores, reveals, absorbs what he sees. Gets new knowledge and enriches his emotions. He looks like a surgeon-gynecologist, who makes precise incisions during an urgent operation. I see how serious he is and is captured by what he sees, literally immersed in my hidden essence. That's why I immerse myself after him. Watching him fascinated by the riddles of my body, I feel how pride seizes me,<b> intoxicating </font></b>that lascivious show that I was able to give him. I feel like a queen enjoying the power I own. Although I'm used to this beak-tool, and its cold has become a familiar memory, but it's always difficult for me to feel my full disclosure in the first seconds, or rather, on the contrary-I feel it too tangibly, with every part of my body. The tension goes into pain, making me tremble. Again I look at my face, which radiates ... I can only describe it in one word - debauchery. Not only arousal, passion, desire, namely debauchery. I like to look at myself. It makes me very excited. When the man behind me rises, I, as if hypnotized, watch as he clasps my hands with my ass, and how imperiously he plunges into the open latch conveniently provided to him. I'm talking synchronously with myself in the film. The moisture between my legs was the same as the one that poured then the penis of my Teacher, piercing my vagina uously. The slap on my round ass made me tremble. With a vicious smile, I watched as he grabbed my tails, and continued to strongly enter me, causing more and more groans. For a second the female eyes opened wide, my gaze shot up, my body shuddered with pleasure, and I heard rhythmic loud groans and sighs. I remember with amazing clarity how a thick member pushes a metal tool, increasing tension. I felt literally Krasnoyarsk. I looked at the way another person leads me to the final of pleasure. Porn movies can not compare with the powerful feeling that you see yourself in a role that you perceive the present. The film sent to me by a man after our meeting made me think that maybe these exciting images should be seen by other people so that they could experience the same wonderful excitement that I experienced myself? It may be a sin to "lock" these beautiful visions. I realize that this can not be done for a number of specific reasons. But still…… Probably, it is worth considering how to do it in another way. |
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