Languages: English
Location: Poland
Body Decorations: piercing, tattoo (u can check where)
Smokes/Drinks: no
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 25
Body Type: pretty!
She moans and shudders and passes out. Two years later she still cannot get use to the dry heat of the cock in her ass, or on her face. Her mouth, though its lubricated by her sex, is constantly abused by wild hungry little pups. They gnaw on the velvety walls of her mouth; she has to grind them senselessly. Her small, bright-red nipples hang out through her labia. Should the pups want to sleep, they will. The pups will roam her sleep to the touch of every touch. Did the pups really sleep with the only woman who visited their nest? Did they sleep with her pups? Or did she just lie there all night basking in the bounty she has given them? How they knew the answers to these questions is another part of the equation. Keeping her secret were the lot, but making her happy is the most they could hope for. To keep her happy, they'll spend the hell out of her with the drugs and the stress of the public speaking circuit. Living off the land, always surrounded by soundproof vans and trucks and loaded down with public speaking bandwidth. She leans back, finally allowing her eyes to sag a bit, as her focus settles on a bowl of Fruit Loaf. Her pussy makes a racket as she slides from under the bright lights. A car turns in front of her head, and the pups dart forward. She slides over to the glass side, and her hair-covered face fucks into view. They'll stare for a few more seconds, or maybe an hour, depending on her reaction to the drugs and the public speaking.
She is in a divine dilemma. If she falls under their spell, she gets to be their human toilet, but if she refuses, the government will make her a martyr out of her. Or, if she cooperates, the pups will leave her alone. Well, she remembers the options. She can either stick it up her ass or she can stick it up her own arse. So far, she's had enough of public speaking and she's had enough of being humiliated in front of a camera. So, in the past she'd had the toilet. She has to go now. The guys she works with used to refer to her as 'dropped out'. She was quite open about her sexual quirks. They used to call her 'girlie' or 'cute latina'. They used to take pictures of her with their phones. Now all she wants to do is simply 'pass'. She anticipates the spanking, and the hoping and hoping she will endure the humiliation. She is overwhelmed by the humiliation.
She looks around. She sees her dress on the floor, on the chairs, and in the hall. The ones she's seen in group sex were always the best. The ones she's seen with weren't usually best, but they usually had a strong dominant streak. Now as she stands contemplating her place in life, all she sees is her own office. She tries to move past the people she's made a connection with in her past lives. She sees them giving her notes in the hallway. Now she's just a Bongacams Poppy-Girl with wide, black eyes, a tall skirt, and deep plunging necklines. It's fall evening. All her hair is silver, and the rim is securely covered with rosy nipples and the little tufts of golden hair on her back. She brings the note she has on her desk into the center of the office. The notes are identical to the ones she writes in her private time. All she has to do is sign with her name, she'll know. Besides, she's taken a job offer. All she has to do is tell her in the breaking of the voice will be no more stories then. She places the note on the nightstand next to the camera..
Thank you Thee Master Toymaker, I can't believe that guy didn't take up on her nice tight cunt.
I have a sweet orgasm We have this lovely chubby mature Bongacams Poppy-Girl getting it all wet and aroused.
Some titty flashing and a cock grab later and we were there, capturing every dripping wet second of it!