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I watched, fascinated, as she slipped the condom in her mouth and then pressed her lips over the tip of my slowly bobbing dick.With an act of sheer willpower, I kept myself from coming as she unrolled the condom over my length, using only her lips, tongue, and teeth. She took me entirely into her mouth, unrolling the condom completely and sucking gently on my girth. I groaned as she slowly began to withdraw, dragging her lips over my shaft."Mmmmm," she said softly, kissing the tip of my cock.. Her hands and arms were encased in black spandex, shoulder length gloves. He right hand held a fine leather crop, which she casually tapped in the palm of left. She was a sight to behold. Both breathtaking and intimidating. Not one to be trifled with.On the other hand, he was a sight to behold also. The eye is immediately drawn to the bright blue latex of the mini-dress he wore. It hugged his curves, revealing all his secrets. A corset could be imagined running from hips to breast. Pulled. You grabbed my hair and jammed my face onto your dick, choking me, uncaring. You came hard, thighs shaking. I was just happy to please you.You pulled out, and removed the dildo. You knelt down and stroked my face, kissing me."That was wonderful, pet. Makes me feel generous."You removed a key from the necklace around your neck, and unlocked my chastity device."Let's give Renita a break. She'll be back for you soon though. Stroke yourself."It felt glorious being allowed to touch myself again. And. His soft touch made me quiver. He ran his hands over my stomach slowly and dipped his fingers into the waist band of my shorts and that made me push harder on his dick. I was SO wet. His took his hands out of my shirt, placed them directly on my tits and kissed my neck. This time he definitely couldn't mistake the wetness that was now seeping through his boxers too. He played with my tits above my tank for a while pushing them together and jiggling them while sucking on my neck. Suddenly he.
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Did he think I was sexy? I think he did. …..I got an idea. That evening I put on a short skirt and left my panties off. I went to the shed and got up in my queens chair. He came over as usual and we kissed and hugged. He sat back down on his stool doing something. Then he glanced over at me. I watched his face. He got a big smile but said nothing. I parted my legs more. Now I knew he could see my slit real well. He kept looking and got a little pink in the face. I wanted him to think I was sexy. “I didn’t want you to get mad. It’s just that you have such gorgeous, sexy nipples and tits, that I just had to know how you’re able to show them off like that.” Nancy leaned over and peered closely to me. “You know,” she said, “I really think you’re serious.” “Of course I am,” I said. “Did you think I was fooling?” “No, it’s just that I get so many weirdos when I go out cruising like this..

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