"Used to be my go-to, believe it or not."
"Yes Master. I start to pull on the ropes, but nothing gives. His eight pack and his enormous biceps were bulging in readiness.
I smiled back.
we kissed again, then dressed quickly. Finally a small whimper escapes me and you ask, "Do you want something slave?" "Yes Master," I pant. I descend the ringside steps on wobbly legs, take a left just behind the ringside seats, and my heart races as if I am still in the ring, I stumble down the wide aisle as an occasional fan slaps me on the back.
Then we started meeting up. I did my duty and drank every drop, it felt so unnatural and naughty, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. But, back to the real story, it was about 5 or so when my mom left and Katy had just sat down on the couch with me.
He waved a hand and whispered to the slave tell to him to send for Nigel. While I was pleasuring her I myself was straining to burst through my jeans.
Her sensuous waist, so trim and muscular allowing her hips to move separately in a constant grinding motion. I knew I had another huge load working its way up. I guessed he had not been able to find out how to duplicate it because he continued to have me milked.
I kept sucking on his ball for another minute before I let it slip out of my mouth. She started moaning my name really loudly. Her bony hips jumped off of the bed, pressing hard into my face. His tongue whirling around inside her flickering on her lips and tasting everything she has wanted.