Posted by horus on 21st May 2008
Even when Her hands are clad in smooth shiny leather, I lose breath when she caresses me with her typical strong but delicate strokes. I'm standing handcuffed and totally spread in front of her, and she's removing my tiny pink skirt and top. Her hands dance over my intimacy, and I feel the touch becoming stronger. I kiss her fingers and thank God for the dildo thrusting up my hole, because I'm hornier than hell...
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