A hand strike on the inside of the thigh of the widely spaced legs.
- Wider legs!
Another blow.
— Wider, I say!
She obediently spread her legs and bent even more in the lower back, exposing her holes towards him, hoping to feel his cock in one of them and finally finish. He knew about her desire, and he liked that she was in such a state that she was ready for anything for his permission to finish. He ran his hand over her back, waist and hot buttocks, which he had just hit with a belt to interrupt her fifth attempt at cum. Fingers slid to the hole of the priests, massaged the entrance and went down to the slippery slit. Slightly caressing his lips, two fingers dived into the vagina. She yelped and leaned back, trying to push them harder, but they immediately slipped out of her flaming hole, preventing her from doing so. She trembled, and he raised his hand to his face and, smelling his wet fingers, smiled contentedly and went up to her head lying on the floor, put his hand to her nose and asked:
— Do you like the smell of my **** and?
She didn't answer and tried to put them in her mouth.
“The girl likes it, she likes it,” he smiled, running them over his lips and leaving a lubricant on them. Then he began to stroke the shoulders and back, smoothly going down. The finger penetrated the already developed ass, pressed on the delicate walls, causing the bitch to squeal and squeeze it with her hole, and slipped out. Warm hands began to caress her thighs and back so gently that she moaned with every movement. He stood up and pulled down his shorts, leaving himself completely naked. His standing cock was trembling, and his face was contented and mysterious.
“Well, girl, shall we continue the lesson of obedience?” - he asked. She tried to raise her head to answer, but he stepped on her face with his bare foot and pressed his cheek back to the floor.
"Don't fuss, you weren't told to get up," he pressed against her cheek. - Stay as you are. Removing his leg, he moved to the chair, turned it around and returned to his naked toy. He did all this slowly, even more exciting the already on the verge of a bitch...
Then he came up from behind, sat down and leaned the head of the penis against the pope, leaned forward a little and entered almost without resistance. He waited a little, without moving, abruptly took it out and forcefully introduced it into the vagina, from which the girl swam and bellowed. Taking out a member, he said: "No, I will not fuck." A moment, and she felt a sharp pain and a crackle of escaping hair.
“Come on to the chair,” he directed, holding his hand by the hair, quickly rearranging the legs and arms of the girl on the floor. He put his booty on a chair and began to arrange it: “So, the ass is on the edge and the legs are wider so that ****a opens up. Wider, bitch, legs. Approaching from the side, he began to mock her - he would pinch her, then twist her nipple, then press her clitoris.
- I like you like this. I like to feel you like this in my arms, I like your **** smell and the trembling of your body.
The girl was completely covered with goosebumps, her crotch was ready to explode from his words, and he felt it.
— Bitch! she heard, followed by a burning blow between her legs. Legs closed, hands covered the pubis. Slap in the face.
- Sit down as you sit!
Another slap.
- I can't, I'll finish now. Please...
"Sit down as you sat," he repeated. - Spread your legs, remove your hands.
She complied, her blurry look saying that now she was in a state where one extra movement or word would blow her up, because she was no longer in control of herself. He was also ready to cum right now, his little girl excited him so much...
“Look what you're doing to me. My dick is about to burst.
She looked at the cock and opened her mouth.
— No, the nipple is not going to do that now.
He approached her from the front and said:
- Now you put your finger on the clitoris and on the count of "one" move your finger to the left, and on the count of "two" move your finger, pressing the clitoris, to the right. On the count of "three" you will put your finger on the clitoris and shake your hand, but the word "stop" means stop. You stop doing anything and take your hands off yourself, okay?
She nodded and put her hand on her crotch. His hand rested on her cheek and, stroking her lips with his thumb, he said:
- One ... two ... one ..., - after a pause. “Two... one... three... two... three...
She rolled her eyes...
- Stop, bitch. Stop girl. Yes, girl, smart obedient.
His hands were on her neck, she looked at him plaintively. He squeezed her neck, kissed her and said:
“Two... three...” he squeezed his hands tighter. Two, bitch... one... two... one... two...
She clasped his legs with hers...
- Three...
"Mmmm," stomach arched...
- Stop.
This time, in order to restrain herself, she grabbed his hips with her hands, and he only squeezed her throat harder, holding back her orgasm, and she froze ... Letting go of her throat, he said: “Come on.”
“Aaaaah,” she squeezed his legs with her legs and, digging her nails into his buttocks, began to splash his legs with a stream with which she finished. He could feel her energy, her scent, her fingers. Felt her legs squeezing him, felt her beloved cumming body. He tried to restrain himself, but from excitement, the prostate voluntarily tensed, forcing the member to twitch more, and he could not stand it - splashes of hot sperm began to fall on her face and chest ...
Romantic Dominant