He looked at the floor. He was afraid to raise his eyes, he was noticeably shaking. This was the step he had dreamed of, and, suddenly, it all began to take on clear contours. It became clear that she would fall under the others. It will be no longer just her treason, agreed, selected and approved. And this will be the transfer of it to others and not to them, but to those to whom it belongs. At that moment she was a thing, like in the market, he was something of a rag to wipe things.
Reality did not crack, but floated like a haze on a monstrously hot day.
She stared at him, almost blinking. He opened his mouth a little, thought either, or just shocked. She was not particularly asked, she didn’t really want to be asked.
All that was before and his chastity belt in which he was constantly and his milking sessions once a week and her trips to me, training, everything that I did with her, even the most humiliating and dirty, painful and disgusting - now was warm up.
“I don’t think I’m asking any of you, right?”
They were silent. Funny. Locked in his lap. In suspense and waiting.
Slap in the face.
- Suck.
She habitually and with pleasure began to suck, knowing how to in what rhythm and what I want. He turned away, but apparently excited.
- Look, animal.
And he watched, swallowing and blushing. I tried to squeeze my knees, to take some comfortable posture, but everything worked out for her.
Her lips went to the penis, her ass sticking out, boobs hanging out, she munched and moaned.
- What, schmuck, glad that you gave the dick?
Eyes covered with lust. There was nothing else in them but wild desire.
- Yes...
Slap in the face
- Yes, yes, sorry, Master.
I pressed her head, she planted to the maximum, began to choke, cough. The saliva flowed, reddened. Gave a little air and again. He quit and she herself is already in a wild rhythm, howling sucking.
He looked pathetic and somehow doomed.
- What, baby, you understand what it will be with her? Do you understand what position you are in?
In the morning to work. You have the taste of someone else's sperm on your lips, abrasions, bruises and marks from their hands, fucking, all used, someone else's, as if not yours. And she still wants to. - Ah, nipple, you want?
- She looked at me briefly with white eyes, - Yes ...
- And you, sucker, and you will lick. And then you will stand next to and will push the ass to get dick and mouth that take the sperm. In parallel, you will stand. You and she. Nipples. Submissive, insignificant creatures.
- You know what exactly will not happen? It will not be removed. No photos, no video. As long as your life remains for you. Until. Then you decide. If you are still able to solve.
I pushed her, began to gather.
- Do not go ... Do not go.
She looked down.
- Stay, I want to be with you, in the legs, under you, somehow. Please please...
She just moaned, and so much in this muttering was passion and despair ...
- I have not finished for three weeks, please, I can no longer please, ...
I lifted her chin. Spat in the face. She started, sighed. I looked straight.
- Do what you want, what you want, but do not leave me like that ...
I smacked her for a long time, being interrupted by three or four fingers in my pussy, and she howled when the burning and squishing came into this swamp, she sat down all and fed as best she could. The red and blue ass was replaced by a pussy, and he held her legs, she exploded with a wheeze after each blow, howled in a gag. And flowed. And her pussy squeezed from touch and penetration, from a mixture of pain and wild pleasure.
She lay on the floor, exhausted in tears, groans. Tekla. He crawled around collecting her tears, saying something to her. She did not listen.
I fucked her in the mouth. He licked her. Her emaciated pussy, swollen, swollen, bluish. She shuddered at his every touch, and he really wanted to be gentle. Did she need this tenderness?
She finished quickly. He continued to lick, more aggressively, penetrating his tongue. His wet face and her ruined cunt are like one cloth, a monstrous lust and wild passion. She went to the next peak, she was allowed and she wanted more and more, and he was just a tongue.
I finished in her mouth, on her face, at this moment she threw off her husband and began to jerk off to herself and somewhere to my last friction, catching drops of mouth she exploded with an orgasm, she curved, shook, she rolled off the table ... time roared.
I left.