Baraaaaa tarpayyyyyya hai tuneeee mujheeee. Leeeee meriiiii raniiii yeh lund abbbbb teraaaa hiiii hai. Ahhhhhh uuhhhhhhhh kya jannat ka mazaaaaa diyaa...aaa haiiiiiii tuneeeee. Mai to teraaaaa gulam hoooooo gayaaaaa.” Sweta gand uchal uchal kar mera lund apnee choot me le rahee thee aur mai bhi pure josh ke sath umkee chuncheon ko masal raha tha. Asha mujhko lalkar kar kahati, lagao shot mere raja? Aur mai jawab deta, “yeh le meri rani le le apni choot me?“ jara aur jor se sarkao apna lund meri. Well, what do we have here? I pulled a pair of handcuffs, restraints and a whip out of the closet and walk over to the bed. Arms above your head NOW! I demanded as I clicked the handcuffs on his wrists and around the headboard. Whos been a naughty boy then? I hit my hand with the whip. I have! Ive been a filthy, naughty boy! he cried out and giggled. I got back on top of him, stroking his hard cock at my slick opening, rubbing the tip back and forth, making it wet and slick from my. The room filled with the sound of electricity crackling, and my screaming, although muffled, and the smell of cooking flesh. Chris only cooked me for 10 minutes, but it felt like longer.Once the smoke cleared, Chris approached the table. I am shocked to find not only am I still alive but I can still feel. I smell delicious. Chris removes the jump leads and smells my scent. I can't move and nearly fall off the table.Chris starts by licking my pussy. I moan In ecstasy. Not only can I still feel,. She looked just over six feet in her high-heeled boots. Subtracting three or four inches, Jake guessed she wasfive nine or ten. As she strode further into the dimly lit room, herfeatures became more clear.A fit body and generous D-cup breasts filled out her full, leatherattire. Not an inch of her below the neck wasn't covered in gleamingblack. Wonderfully thick thighs, barely contained by leather pants,stretched down into shiny thigh-highs. Jake had seen much fetish attirethat morning, but no.