I don’t know why, but I do.”With a devilish grin, “And this is a problem?” Then seeing her shocked look, “Don’t worry, I’ll get some ice...”“I’m not worried, it’s just usually people get upset if you put ice in wine, ruins the taste or something. I don’t care; I like it better than passing out.”Wondering to himself if he was coming on a little too fast with the dominance, she seemed to have turned into a timid deer. Was he too controlling too fast. He never had tried to turn a vanilla to the. I made it clear in our conversations in the past that I use toobut have been sober for a long time now. She told me that was no problemas long as I didn't mind she did and besides she wanted me focused atall times. It will be nice to have a designated driver and someone toget her things like drinks and such and more for her that way she toldme. I told her that would not be a problem at all as long as she knew Iwished to stay sober.'Take a seat Jill" as she points to her side on the floor as she. There was a girl about three years younger than me, maybe, dressed in what looked like a cross between a toga, a nun's habit, and Native American tribal dress. She appeared to be just finishing some kind of ritual dance. I was in a cave, lit spheres of soft light. I knew what had happened. The heat finally got me. I was hallucinating after a nasty heat stroke. Otherwise, I had just started living the plot of a stupid anime. “What is your name?” the girl asked me in a somewhat mezzo-soprano but. White, milky splooge erupted into the bottom of his bondage suit, pushing sweat and cum further in all directions, the paste-like deluge oozing ever deeper into his rubber prison.“AHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”He could do nothing but take the overdose of pleasure as Bayonetta continued her fist pumping in and out. She worked over his prostate continuously, his ass tingling and his cock firing out of control as his Goddess controlled his orgasm and milked her slutty gimp for every ounce of filth.