Languages: Spanish and a bit of English
Body Decorations: Tattos and piercing (✧ω✧)
Smokes/Drinks: (ᵔ◡ᵔ) No
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Curvy
They seemed to squeeze every last drop of her blood from her wounded feet. He waved his hand and tossed them back on the bed. Slipping between her tendons, she felt his hand slip down and back up, and then she heard the click as it was delivered. "Kneel before Me, slut." He commanded. Grace dropped to her knees, slowly bending her back to her chest. "Your first duty this evening is to remove my blouse and skirt before entering my home." She felt a brush, filled with shaving cream, glide across her ass. Getting the cream between her toes, she started to move her hands. It was so soft, so smooth, and she could feel herself starting to wet her thighs. She knew he could see her bare cunt, with it's pink roots and the bright pink shining from the tape she had placed on her clit. The burning she felt lingered even after she had stepped out of the house. She longed to feel the warmth and sting of a leather or wire butt-stop, but she knew neither as she moved closer to him. She felt a finger graze the sensitive, upturned lips on her opened lips.
Her lips parted as he gingerly touched the top of her cheek. The sensation was powerful, and she almost came as she knew she would. "Open your lips, slut." Her arms went around his neck, her breast almost brushing his ear. His long hair fell in soft clouds around her as she bent to him. She was already wet, and this was no different. She felt the slickness of her own skin against his. "You want me on your back again, don't you, slut? You want me rough and eager. Play with yourself, slut. Do you know how hot that makes me feel, Don't you?" A slight smile played across her face as she could feel his hand invading her. Her poor little backside felt tender as he rubbed up and down her sphincter. He could feel it contract and relax as her own orgasm built. His own was almost more tender and drew her in tighter as he pounded into her. He almost came as he brought his hand down on her other cheek, but instead held his hand out.
She could hear his high-pitched moan as he came against her back. Slight applause followed his swing of the hand, as she yearned to feel him touch her more, to give her more. She closed her eyes and listened to his words slip out of his mouth. "Now, my little whore, you know what to do, don't you?" Her pussy felt the jolt of the orgasm that was slowly building there, and it writhed and wriggled under his hand. She felt the flow of her own spasms against his hand. "Yesss..." Her words came out forced. She felt his hand leave her cheek, and the warmth of his mouth close to her puffy, moist lips. He gently moved down her body, never touching the welts on her ass or the tight crevices of her belly, only the welts of his hunger. "Who do you belong to?" "You Master." His own moan was ragged, guttural. "Who are you to me?" "You are my slave, obedient slut, my keeper." She felt him pull away from her, then felt the warmth of the cider in the butt-plug as it escaped it's casing. The juice tickled her burns on her ass-clit and ran down her inner thigh. "It's your mouth, slut..
She likes to have a orgasm using only her fingers.
We like to dress in sexy lingerie then she standing in a darkroom.All he cared about was getting fucked.We gave him a good rubbing and sucking when the other boys noticed.
There is no plot as this is now the shortest tribute I have ever seen.