Brunette Babe Anal He paused, and with piercing eyes met yours directly. Face inches from yours now. There was no question about the heat, the intensity of your Sir, you were breathless; then came the stern directive :
I will fuck you like the brazen woman you acted like on the phone, then if you behave accordingly, I just might hold you like the princess you are. But first….first we will discuss your severe punishment for calling me from the lobby in that manner!
Obviously, this had not gone the direction you had planned.
Brunette Babe Anal You could feel his hand tighten around your throat…while his cock stiffened, sliding further up your thigh, just grazing the slippery essence slick in between your legs. His cock was ready to reclaim, randy and determined to conquer this haughty insubordination you wore so brazenly. His manhood smeared with your fresh arousal, pulsed and twitched, but as tempted as he was, he stopped.
“Turn around !” he commanded.
Brunette Babe Anal “Please?” You whispered softly. Begging with your eyes before you can’t. Begging for your Sir to give you his relief you so wanted. But knowing he will do so in his own time, making you wait…drawing you out and magnifying your need until you are numb with desire…almost becoming a wild thing at his command.
“Turn around and strip!” came the directive
His gaze was unflinching. Uncompromising.
Brunette Babe Anal Turning to face the wall, immediately you unbuttoned the pretty blouse and shrugged your ass free of the short skirt to the floor. Your beautiful curves enhanced, in the stark evening light that shone through the sliding patio glass door.
You felt the silk blindfold encircle, then tied snug.
Now only with touch and sound as your guide, you are told to sit back on the comfortable sofa, surrendered completely to your Sir’s pleasure. Instantly you can feel the tip of a quirt graze and slowly play along your full breasts, teasing your pert nipples to come out and bud.
