desperationandenial:All The PowerShe lay on top of his bound and quivering body, her silky hands d
desperationandenial: All The PowerShe lay on top of his bound and quivering body, her silky hands delicately wrapped around his swollen dick. She was in awe of it, such an aggressive and protruding sight. The more she toyed with it the more it beckoned to penetrate her. As time, and her teasing went on, it became a separate entity to him. While he flailed, begged and submitted to her it continued to angrily threaten her. It wanted nothing more than to be buried in her, to assert its dominance and make her buckle over in cries of intensity, but tonight it was hers to deny. She fed off it’s unsatiated need, her fingertips reddened it even further. It was a beautiful sight and she would occasionally lose her train of thought as she simply gazed at the fleshy pole. Its throbbing after bringing it to the edge for the umpteenth time was seismic in scale. The tip oozed what it was desperate to shoot loads of in her, whether her mouth, vagina or face, it would not discriminate. But she would not give it the satisfaction. She would continue to toy and tease it. For so long she had been a slave to it, she had done everything to please and drain it. Now it was her turn to use and abuse it. She would do the exact opposite of what it wanted and deny and torture it. She felt occasional pangs of sympathy for the random man she had seduced and trapped, but she had a score to settle with what was between his legs and if his sanity was part of the collateral damage then so be it. -- source link