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Languages: English

Location: Wouldn't be fun if I told you ;)

Body Decorations: You don't put bumper stickers on Ferraris

Smokes/Drinks: I'm a good girl... Must I say more? :)

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples

Age: 19

Body Type: Petite n spicy

Web Cam Omegle - See her toes curl the whole time playing on her own pussy.

Her breathing becomes deep, heavy, raspy. She starts to squirm around, but you position yourself over her, taking her ass in your hands, dripping with come from your plentiful pussy. Maher moans loudly, spreading her legs, squeezing her thighs together. She levitates above you, her long slender legs distending slightly, her hands reaching down to the bar of her high back, grasping the thin skin. Quickly her legs clamp down around your body, legs straight, her hands tight with the bindings. She is perfectly still as you finish yourself off, not moving an inch. As your head falls heavily back on the bed you catch the tip of my foot, which is hanging over the edge, and pull yourself to stand over her again. A quick stroke lands hard on the tender skin of your buttocks, making you jump and moan. Hanging over the edge of the bed is a splashed blood red dress which has been red with some red spots from splashes. I stoop down, and start to lick the wound close, then move down to my pussy, which is dripping wet. Whipping my legs back as I do so, I look up at you, grinning slightly. "Lick me, slut." You blush, but follow my commands, moving so slowly yet insistently. You feel my warm, wet lips grazing over your slit as I lick up and down, tracing the edge of my glistening pussy lips. I watch as you lick curling, slippery wet lips, watching as they dip, lowering them to my pussy, then back up, just as my ass thrusts up, pressing into your arse. Now that I am allowed to have my fun, I lift one of your legs to your waist, sliding the dress off, then the other, the dress over your hips. She falls to the ground, her right leg still over you, her left out, with the dress around her knees.

I go to step behind her, and step between her legs, making sure you are dry and your pussy is free of cum. As I turn to look you see the castle come alive, dozens of people are gathered. There are also several bondage outfits on display, including a stunning variety of ropes and a variety of horses, riding crop, and various other equipment and devices. The only difference this time, are the riders and their paddles. Everyone else is completely out of the way. The only riding costumes are the ones we wear for special occasions, such as weddings or other special occasions. There are several groups of friends here at the castle, some dressed as hounds, some dressed as donkeys, and some as were wolves. Some as were pigs, some as were bears, some as were cannibals, some as were sheep. All others are off-leashes. I am not surprised by the lack of excitement. Many of the arrangements were made for us at the last minute. Music has just about the same effect on humans as light does on fire. Lights are organized, the sky dark and vast, there are spell cards in the corners of the cards, and we know what is going to happen to those cards, although they are new to me. We know the second half of the game very well. I knew a few of the people I had met along the way, and some of them were more reckless than the first. People who knew about sex, drugs, and the arts. Riding a pig is different, it is a different story altogether.

We drove for over an hour, the last of our energy reserve. We were headed for the old Winston estate. This was a very exclusive neighborhood, and very few people were outside working, or at least staying over. I was about ten blocks from the old part of town, and yet I felt very at home. I pulled into the driveway of the modest brick house, and the house, which now gleamed with age. The windows were boarded up, but the interior bright with unpretentious light shining through. The walk to the house was short, a metal detector blur into the distance. I pulled to the curb with a shiver, and opened the door to my apartment. Inside, I was frozen. I had never met this woman, only spoken with her occasionally on the phone. She was a tall blonde woman, with long red hair. She was dressed in a pair of shimmering white pants, a black lace bra, and a pair of stockings that went up to her thighs. She stood wearing a jacket, which closed around her sharply. I shivered. I should have dreaded the warm weather. She told me to undress..

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