She brought two ankle cuffs to bear and quickly strapped them into place just above Brandon's feet.“You really get off on this, don't you?”“You ...ave no idea” she responded in a husky tone.Ana lifted his legs, one by one, and chained his cuffs to the headboard. Brandon's lower body was lifted up, his ass stuck in the air. Between that and his rope-locked arms pressing into the soft bedding below, he was quite helpless.“I have some idea. I can see the wet spot in your panties.”“They'll be. Everyone I saw around me was black or Latino – which was strange to me because there were very few black people in the town I had spent my life in. After leaving the store I walked a couple of blocks. I spotted a decrepit looking building with a flashing neon sign in front that said “Hotel Dallas”. It was getting dark. I went into the lobby. I passed some worn out looking furniture where some bums were sleeping and went to the desk. The clerk was an older Latino guy who seemed surprised to see. The way i remember everything is the same. just 20 years older and even that much sexier!she use to always wear black real thin spaghetti strap nightgowns just like the one in these pictures. the way she stands with that sexy smile-smurk on her face.the way she peals her panties off in someof the pictures. OH MY GOD! thats the same way she would take them off and after rubbing her wet hairy pussy to get that fresh musky scent on them,throw them at me and i would bury my face in the crotch. I. She had pulled me out of my dreams so perfectly that I roared into wakefulness like a freight train. She looked so beautiful as she increased her two-handed grip on my cock, squeezing and stroking, pumping harder and faster. There was no holding back and I was heading over the edge toward a massive eruption.Breathlessly eager to finish me off, she slid her hands under my ass and opened her mouth wide, once again engulfing my cock in slow up and down strokes of hot drooling wetness. Her head.