Languages: English
Location: The Image Models
Body Decorations: tattoo
Smokes/Drinks: Only Vape/Sometimes
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 19
Body Type: Sexy
Only guys stay in rooms that don't have screens. And the wetness from the ceiling fan is just atrocious. Every morning, in the morning, you wake me up and take me in your arms. I reply to your note, "Yes, I was right on time slut, I didn't get the memo." you reply "Don't worry, I will get you another one. Just don't use the new email address or your work won't get done." You link me from your website, under the pseudonym "dirtylittlelady". Your profile picture is a male model in his late twenties, wearing a short denim smock, and has a slightly oversized cock. You write under the captions, "Would love to come over and fuck your tight little pussy, slut. I'll see you on the date.". The date arrives and we go out to dinner. After we dine at his place, we talk online for a while. I suggest he has some drugs he's missed. He tells me he has the biggest stash of pussy I have seen in a long time. About three hours later, I walk over to the spot where you were shot. It's a beautiful spot, with a fountain in the middle of the park, surrounded by trees and shrubs. There are a few benches in the middle of the park, and a nice fountain nearby.
There's a covered wagon parked over here. He claims that he brought the drugs. Oh, and do not let him see you, or you'll be sorry, I say. I make my way over and kneel before the spot, eager to show the public what a nasty slut I am. I kneel there, not too high, not too low. I gently raise my head. I slowly put my chin down, and raise my eyes. I lower my eyes as I shake my head. I lick my lips and keep my chin up, I've forgotten to bring my hair up. I make my way to kneel, straining toward the ground, trying not to trip over his groin. His hand reaches down and grabs my hair, yanking me to my feet. His left arm pulls me to my waist. He yanks my head back as he shoves his cock down my throat. I choke.
Every time I let up, he pulls my throat back even more. I can feel my Slutroulette Tumblr to adjust to the pressure of the cock in my throat. He reaches down and taps my forehead with his middle finger. "Did I give you permission to speak slut?" he asks. "No, Sir. It's your punishment for speaking out of line." I shake my head. I'm really torn. This has backfired on me, and while I didn't expect it, I don't know if I want to be a good girl or just a slut. The sight of my master groping me has made me wet again. My master hasn't taken his eyes off me as he slams down my throat. I feel his hard cock press against my ass, pushing against my virgin asshole. A loud "BLAM!" blasts out of my mouth, and I lunge forward, planting a strong wet kiss on my master's sweaty arse cheek. "I said you wouldn't come till I gave you permission to do so," my master tells my master. I quickly gather my wits about me, and lead him to the edge of the wooden fence. We stand there for what seems like ages..
After blowing hard his dick, she start to ride the cock, bouncing on top while a well endowed tosser.
Maybe it's because of my birth control so I decide to Ride my Big Cock on the little Dining Table.
After we were done, we watched a couple of drinks, but got a couple of black men, she couldn't go through with it.