Location: COLOMBIA MEDELLIN
Body Decorations: TATTOO
Interested In: Men
I heard her giggling as I gave her instructions on what I wanted her to wear and leave for me when I arrived. The phone had just rang a few minutes before she left. "I will be there at 6:00 pm," I told her, "Bring something for me." "Whatever," she said, jokingly. I had a bathrobe on, but knew she had only one command. Come to my house immediately. There was a big boat load of women out there for you tonight. I turned and gave her my last goodbye kiss. "Go to the bathroom and throw yourself overboard," I ordered her. "The only clothes I'm taking with me are the bathing suit and a pair of slave collar. I will consider your request once I get home." "Got it," she said, smiling. That night, I interviewed her for hours, looking for all the nooks and crannies of her little heart. Telling her how much she excited me, telling her why, what made her melt. I found that she deeply trusted me. Her secret, if I may be honest, and only her wish to be honest. When I first met her, she had no idea of the ways she would connect with me.
She always said she was like a "chatty" girl. Chatting with other girls on the phone, chatting to people, but never meeting someone in real life. I had a lonely teenage daughter, and as I was looking for someone to talk to, I hadn't been able to find anyone. Until I was talking with an older girl on Meet Women On Kik, she was the only one who had my daughter's number. It was a beautiful night, and I was heading home to my more than 400 points of "occupancy". I almost got into a scrape with a tractor-trailer, but she elbowed me to the bumper and over the fence. She was shocked, and laughed. She had a small army of male admirers in tow, including her three younger brothers. I was happy to please all of them at once, but not all of them were my sisters. The younger girls were more interested in trying to build a relationship with me. I let them talk, but mostly I listened to them. Their talk was sexually suggestive of the sexually inexperienced, and very much so. A few, like the one from the grocery store, fascinated me. They talked about everything from middle age, where they were living, to sexual fantasies, how badly they wanted to be a part of my life. The ones older, were more traditional. They had a more refined taste in women, and were into things like ancient Egypt and thegy.
I met them at the moment when I could talk to them without arousing them too much. They were eager to show me their laps, show me their panties, their corsets, and jewelry. It was a big night, and the younger girls were the heart beat for most of the night. The older girls had fantasies about being sisters to Meet Women On Kik, and then I'd go on to India and the West Indies. A few, like the one from the jewelry store, had to arouse themselves first. It was a long drive to the cottage, and it took a great deal of energy from the girls. It was the longest such drive I had taken. It made me very horny, and it put me in a helpless position. I had given myself an intense three day stare at Mistress Susan's cottage, the girls, myself! How did I give myself that one fantasy? I spent a fortune on my "holidays". The point of this note is to point out that I had not given myself that one fantasy, but rather a very specific and fine earner for my very own selfish use. I cannot convey that in words, but I can imagine it in my heart when I am with you. I know the sexual tension that I am creating in you, and I want to move you to the edge of your resistance. I was sitting in our bed, sipping my wine, and imagining that I was blowing my mind. But then my eyes fell on Miss Meet Women On Kik's solitary little figure peeking out of the corner of my wine blue eyes. Her slender form with her creamy white skin almost disappearing into the light from the candles placed around our room..
Gorgeous blonde babe spreads her long legs on a corporate porn company set.
I actually came twice and this was their first time ever having sex outside.
Soon they cum together and he sprays a load on his ass.