Live insexLove

Sep 062024

Release Year: 2022
Studio: InsexLove

A pal gave me his phone number weeks ago. "Call him. Just call him," hottie said. I’d finished dating. It wasn’t the guys. Well, maybe a little. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just desire to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My comrade shrugged. "Call him," maid said again. I was the youngest of three females. Growing up, I’d watched my sisters and their boy comrades. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, pushed away, more groping. I had dreams, murky pics in my head. And I’d fumbled with myself some nights, unsatisfied, my fumbling increasing my longing. Like cocks were doing immediately. Oh, I’d had lots of cocks the last scarcely any years, large ones, small ones. Cocks this were hair-trigger, and cocks this had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic fucking, and cocks this desired anything but your basic bang. And I’d lie in bed afterwards with every 1 of these cocks (never studs, or men, just cocks), damp, salty, from time to time fumbling in the dark after they started snoring, and I craved greater amount, less, nothing, everything. I craved something I couldn’t allow to myself. I wanted and desired, but I was afraid. "Call him," my partner said. It was the thought of lying in the dark that stopped me from calling, and the scent of supposed love, and the emptiness, the loneliness, the unhappiness this was on all occasions worse after it was over. I was fumbling in the dark. When I in the end made the call, guy told me to come alone and to wear a skirt and blouse. No underwear. My hands shook. I shaved everything that night. Everything but my head. I stuck in a easy-chair in front of the mirror and sat in it, undressed. I touched myself, my legs widen and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated each fold of my cunny and cunny, then touched my fingers to my muzzle, tasting myself. And I fondled my breasts, watching, playing with my teats till they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of 1 hand in my bottom, the fingers of the other in my pussy. And all the while, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met formerly. The 1st thing bloke did this night was to tie me bent over a cage. Some another girl was locked inside of it. "You think I’m going to fuck u?" that guy said, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re favoured." And lad cocked his head, his eyes sad, as though boy pitied me. "Don’t worry." Guy smiled then, but it made me vibrate. "I’m just only going to hurt you a little." I craved to say something sensual. I craved to make him want me. I craved to do all the things I’d learned throughout this the years, the way a girl takes control. But I couldn’t. I was falling. I was out of oversight. I was breaking into pieces. Man smiled because chap knew everything the moment fellow saw me. He’d watched my eyes wander once he’d unlocked the door to his "special room" and led me inside. The walls were covered with straps, cords, chain, shackles. My skin was on fire. This night dude cut my clothing off me. Boy shackled me to a metal bar. Chap locked a utmost steel collar on my neck. Chain between my legs, around my breasts. Metal in my kisser, my ass. Metal squeezes pinching my teats. And later, vibrator in my vulva. That guy stretched me out spread-eagle, lying on my back. Gink wrapped leather around my neck and tightened. That guy cut off my air. Gink made me come over and over. After chap was done with me and let me loose, I kneeled in front of him and kissed his boots. Bloke put a thinner collar on my neck and locked it in location. "You’ll do everything I say. When I call, you’ll come instantaneously." I stared at the floor. "Yes sir." "You’re mine now." I vibrated, not from cold, but from something else, something new, an electricity. For the 1st time, I wasn’t fumbling in the dark anymore. "Yes sir."

Format: mp4
Duration: 49:40
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 116kbps