Live insexLove

May 042025

Release Year: 2022
Studio: InsexLove

A crony gave me his phone number weeks ago. "Call him. Just call him," babe said. I’d finished dating. It wasn’t the man. Well, maybe a little. "Look, I’m over ‘relationships’ for the moment. I just crave to be by myself for awhile. That’s all." My partner shrugged. "Call him," chick said again. I was the youngest of three cuties. Growing up, I’d watched my and their boy pals. Clumsy kisses in the barn. Hands groping, pushed away, greater amount 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 small in number years, big ones, small ones. Cocks that were hair-trigger, and cocks that had to be coaxed. Cocks that loved your basic bang, and cocks this wanted anything but your basic bang. And I’d lie in bed afterwards with every one of these cocks (never blokes, or men, just cocks), damp, salty, every so often fumbling in the dark after they started snoring, and I craved more, less, nothing, everything. I wanted something I couldn’t admit to myself. I desired and wanted, but I was afraid. "Call him," my companion said. It was the thought of lying in the dark this stopped me from calling, and the scent of supposed love, and the emptiness, the loneliness, the unhappiness this was at all times worse after it was over. I was fumbling in the dark. When I in the end made the call, boy 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 inserted a armchair in front of the mirror and sat in it, bared. I touched myself, my legs spread and feet resting against the wall on either side of the mirror. I investigated every fold of my pussy and vagina, then touched my fingers to my muzzle, tasting myself. And I fondled my breasts, watching, playing with my nipples ’till they hardened. I slipped my fingers in and out of myself, the fingers of one hand in my butt, the fingers of the 1 greater amount in my cunny. And all the while, I watched. I was a stranger to myself. I was nobody I’d ever met before. The 1st thing this guy did this night was to fix me bent over a cage. Some another girl was locked inside of it. "You think I’m going to fucking you?" man said, leaning close, but not touching me. "Only if you’re favoured." And that guy cocked his head, his eyes sad, as although fellow pitied me. "Don’t worry." Boy smiled then, but it made me shiver. "I’m just only going to hurt u a little." I craved to say something erotic. I wanted to make him crave 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 control. I was breaking into pieces. This guy smiled because boy knew everything the moment dude 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 overspread with straps, cords, chain, shackles. My skin was on fire. This night lad cut my clothing off me. Man shackled me to a metal bar. Man locked a serious steel collar on my neck. Chain between my legs, around my breasts. Metal in my throat, my ass. Metal clamps pinching my paps. And later, vibrator in my vulva. Fellow stretched me out spread-eagle, lying on my back. Chap wrapped leather around my neck and tightened. This chub cut off my air. This guy made me come over and over. After buddy was done with me and let me loose, I kneeled in front of him and kissed his boots. This guy put a thinner collar on my neck and locked it in place. "You’ll do everything I say. When I call, you’ll come without delay." I stared at the floor. "Yes sir." "You’re mine now." I shivered, not from cold, but from something else, something new, an electricity. For the first 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