Cam53 France - Tonight Cam53 France is getting tag teamed by two muscular tops.

You will wear the stockings and garter on your legs, and you will walk in half rope fashion up the pink carpet. Cam53 will have the collar around your neck, while Cam52 will have the chains pulling your shirt up. All the time you will be performing the role of female Dom. Tonight I am wearing a tiny bikini, miniskirt, and super thong. My heart is pounding like at break of dawn. You can call me Q - Quiet but you can hear my heart pounding as I stand behind you. Cam52 has stripped now and you can see my bare ass in the top of the photograph. My short dark hair is in a complex pattern, covering my mid back, except in the back where it is shaved. My legs are slightly parted and this allows Cam52 to see into my vagina...my clit is on full display in the photograph.

It looks so damn good, my ass, my pussy look so sexy. Cam52 takes her fingers from my collar and strips out of the photograph. Then he stands behind you and grabs hold of my hair, pulling my head back. He places his face against my ear and tells me I've done very well, and this is just a prelude to more photographs...I can feel your warm pussy against my ear, your hands slipping down between my legs, feeling the soft flesh as you rub my swollen hole. As I relax more Cam52 kneels behind me, his hands sliding between my thighs as his hips raise to meet me. He reaches between my legs and between my breasts, and finds my swollen clit. I scream out as a warm sensation rushes through me from my pussy, up my legs and up my arms. That is all it takes for them...they submerge themselves to the very rafters of my body, my pussy, my cunt, and they both begin to slide easily over each other. All that remains is to hold myself still while Cam52 and Cam53 take photographs. I'm praying these photographs will give me the inspiration I need to continue to write this long post- orgasmic saga, one instalment at a time.

With the increasing intimacy that all three of these humans are causing me, the possibilities are almost overwhelming me. I've never been able to completely trust anyone, the trust of the readers of this erotic tale always needing, and believing, that sometimes I just don't know enough. As soon as the photographs are taken I begin to cry, both from the physical and emotional pain. The fact that these three strangers are capable of such intimate intimacy...that they are able to share these thoughts with me, my heart and eyes, over and over again, that they are capable of bringing to the surface, that they are so willing to know the secrets that lay hidden deep inside of me. I understand and acknowledge that these photos may cause some of my readers to blush or red to the cheeks, but that these revelations are for them, and only for them. I cannot tell these otherworldly strangers this, for fear of punishment. I think that after all these strange things have been done to me, and by me...my readers, that the experience may yet be worth having...at least temporarily. Allow me to close the door to these otherworldy souls lives...I want nothing more than to reveal to these amazing people what I've uncovered. I wander slowly down the aisle...