I ran into an old friend from high school at the park the other day and I guess I don’t re
I ran into an old friend from high school at the park the other day and I guess I don’t remember, but he seemed to think I was a huge cocktease for him back then. Of course, intention means nothing and perception is everything, so he must be right. I apologized and asked if I could make it up to him, licking my lips and glancing at his crotch. He scoffed and called me a whore before showing me exactly how I could make things right: after cuffing me to a nearby bench, he didn’t allow me the pleasure of touching his beautiful cock, but instead jerked off over my face as a crowd began to appear. As he walked away, I squirmed as I saw (out of the one eye that hadn’t bee glued shut with cum) the onlookers begin to approach, hungry for the tied up, helpless slut writhing in pleasure and fear on the bench in front of them. -- source link
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