caseybbee:Ain’t nobody on our level, truly @suckm

2017-08-14 11:54:42

caseybbee:Ain’t nobody on our level, truly @suckm

caseybbee:Ain’t nobody on our level, truly @suckm

2017-08-14 11:54:42

caseybbee:Ain’t nobody on our level, truly @suckm

art-of-domination: She knelt in front of him, her eyes bright...

2017-07-28 06:15:46

art-of-domination: She knelt in front of him, her eyes bright and wide, her lips forming the smallest crevice of a smile.  It was her favorite position, her home.  It was the only place in the world she felt true comfort, true safety.  Looking up at him, she saw all that she had wanted and desired.  A loving, caring dominant who knew how to give her the structure and care she desired, the discipline she needed, the sexual pleasure she craved.  It was the first time in her life she was fulfilled emotionally, mentally and physically.  As she looked up at him, eagerly awaiting his command, longing for the sound of his gentle, yet firm voice, ravenous for his hands and mouth, she felt the sensation of pleasure coursing through her body at the realization that she had found someone that she wanted to truly devote herself to.

intoxicatingtouches: I want you between me and the feeling I...

2017-07-25 15:31:17

intoxicatingtouches: I want you between me and the feeling I get When I miss you.But everything here is telling me I should be fine;So why is it so above as below,That I’m missing you every time So throw me a rope,To hold me in place.Show me a clockFor counting my days down,Cause everything’s easier when your beside me.Come back and find meCause I feel alone.   KT Tunstall’s Throw Me a Rope has been ringing in my head all day.  This weekend will be the first weekend since Christmas that I will spend by myself. M and I have been working so hard to get our finances in order to make the things we want to do this summer a reality. But in doing so, we’re getting busier and we’re getting tired. So we’re taking this weekend off. I’m not dealing with it so well. My brain has done everything it can to convince me something is wrong. But I know it’s ok. And even necessary. I will be fine. And even harder to pry off than usual when I see him again.  Thanks for your melodies tonight, everyone. You truly are an incredible group of people.  Always,Intoxicating Touches

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property,...

2017-04-20 20:06:47

pleasuretorture: She had long heard of stories of the property, how sometimes the moaning sounds of females could be heard within it; regarded by many as the house of pleasure, it was still her job to try and sell it no matter what people believed about the building. Her curiosity had certainly taken hold after hearing tales of women appearing within the property, unknown women who lured trespassers into long nights of constant sexual pleasure, though often these tales were met with complete disregard. It was only when she heard the sound of the showers running that she decided to investigate for herself. Once she entered the shower room, she was greeted by a group of women who seemed ready for her, as if they existed solely for her own fantasies. The sense of warmth and welcoming beckoned her onwards, as if entranced and magnetised towards these people who surely weren’t real; it was as if the moment she laid eyes on them, any sense of fear or disbelief was washed away. Whether ghostly entities or a figment of her own imagination, they were there with her right now, there to make use of her. Stripping her down, she felt utterly powerless, as if a mist of lust had wrapped around her body and mind, a puppet dangling from the strings of these women who seemed starved for every naked inch of her. Whether holding her against the wall or pinning her down, they always seemed to make every effort to show their control, as if they had access to every one of her fantasy’s involving other women. Whether they were part of a sexual cult, or whether they were beings beyond her own understanding, all that mattered was that these women were solely interested in smothering her with pleasure, a suffocating pleasure that would not relent, ecstasy that they did not wish for her to escape from. The more they explored her pussy with their fingers and tongues, each taking turns to pin her down, to finger her furiously, or to suck on her clitoris, the more they were able to overpower her and prevent her from escaping. There would be no rest throughout the night, she simply had to endure countless orgasms that constantly threatened to make her pass out, something which the women were careful to make sure never happened. The unyielding, pulsing bliss between her thighs was never given a moment to subside. No matter how much she tried to get away, they continued to grip her and pull her back into their clutches, as if the sight of her convulsing, writhing body made them hungry to see her climax more. Seeing the smiles on their faces every time they pushed her that bit too far, she began to wonder whether they enjoyed the moments when she tried to push their hands away from her overly sensitive pussy after each orgasm; she’d have plenty more opportunity to wonder that for the rest of the night. Due to the lack of natural light within the shower room, there was no way of telling whether they’d toyed with her until the morning, though at some point she finally passed out, only to wake alone in the room, naked and exhausted. It was still so warm and hazy in the there; if it hadn’t been for her exhausted state, she’d have wondered if it had just been a dream. Though what she didn’t know was that she needed to make sure not to fall asleep in her exhausted state… to find herself still there come the evening would mean that she’d have to endure it all over again. Perhaps this was the reason why the women always did all they could to truly exhaust their prey. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: Private

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you...

2016-07-30 18:51:35

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs spread, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. First tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.Finally, as your thoughts draw towards his fingers slipping inside you, you finally focus on your clitoris, paying careful attention to teasing it just the right way to make your sex pulsate even more. You can almost feel his fingers drilling deep inside you, fingerfucking you intensely as you circle your clitoris 50 times. The closer you get to doing all 50 circles, the more vividly you imagine him keeping his fingers buried all the way inside you, telling you just how it feels within, telling you how much he wants to feel his cock surrounded by those tight walls of silk.The moment you reach the 50th circle around your stiffened little clitoris, your attention turns to his tongue slipping over your clitoris so delicately, just the way your fingers act out, sliding left and right so carefully, barely brushing over the tip, his tongue wanting to make it want even more as if coaxing it from beneath that hood. At first he just keeps teasing it with the very tip of his tongue in a way that barely even touches, though it still sends a surge of pleasure through you as if he were whipping it harshly against it; however once you start to feel your hips losing their control and thrusting up and down, that’s when it slips over it more, pressing down more fervently. Faster it continues, left and right, until you feel it building, that white hot heat. Only then does he suck it hard, clasping his lips around that little jewel of delight to devour your pleasure. You edge, though he does not stop, holding you on that pinnacle for 20 seconds, knowing that you would not dare orgasm without permission, not until he is inside you. Suddenly it stops after those 20 seconds, allowing you to catch a breath, before it starts again, your fingers working as intensely as possible to capture that sensation of your pussy being devoured. Feeling his tongue caress your swollen little nub sends you to the edge, and again you are forced to hold it for 20 seconds, your hips writhing and your limbs pulling fiercely against the restraints. Even as it stops, you can barely relax your muscles for the brief seconds you are given to rest as you stave off the orgasm that resonates within you. As he sucks on your clit once again, the pattern repeats itself another 5 times in a row.On the 5th and final time, he gets up and undresses, showing you that pulsating length ready to enter you. Your fingers slide over the hole you so need him to penetrate, feeling just how wet it is, teasing the entrance with little circles until you are nearly ready to beg. Finally, it slips within you. As those fingers enter you, you imagine every inch of his length pushing deeper, how he’d tell you just how it feels to be inside you, to have his cock exploring your sensitive pussy and how it makes him feel to hear you moan in pleasure.Finger yourself hard and fast as he takes you just as you crave. The way you want him to fuck you roughly, the animal passion that courses through him, wanting nothing more than to make you scream with his length. As he pounds you hard to keep you gushing around every erect inch of him, your fingers continue their work in rhythm. Do not stop… from this you will orgasm the moment that pinnacle hits you. He continues to fuck you even as you climax, never slowing down even as you strain against the restraints. You won’t stop coming until you have no more orgasms left to give him. That’s it… More.Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source: New Sensations

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you...

2016-07-30 18:51:35

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs spread, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. First tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.Finally, as your thoughts draw towards his fingers slipping inside you, you finally focus on your clitoris, paying careful attention to teasing it just the right way to make your sex pulsate even more. You can almost feel his fingers drilling deep inside you, fingerfucking you intensely as you circle your clitoris 50 times. The closer you get to doing all 50 circles, the more vividly you imagine him keeping his fingers buried all the way inside you, telling you just how it feels within, telling you how much he wants to feel his cock surrounded by those tight walls of silk.The moment you reach the 50th circle around your stiffened little clitoris, your attention turns to his tongue slipping over your clitoris so delicately, just the way your fingers act out, sliding left and right so carefully, barely brushing over the tip, his tongue wanting to make it want even more as if coaxing it from beneath that hood. At first he just keeps teasing it with the very tip of his tongue in a way that barely even touches, though it still sends a surge of pleasure through you as if he were whipping it harshly against it; however once you start to feel your hips losing their control and thrusting up and down, that’s when it slips over it more, pressing down more fervently. Faster it continues, left and right, until you feel it building, that white hot heat. Only then does he suck it hard, clasping his lips around that little jewel of delight to devour your pleasure. You edge, though he does not stop, holding you on that pinnacle for 20 seconds, knowing that you would not dare orgasm without permission, not until he is inside you. Suddenly it stops after those 20 seconds, allowing you to catch a breath, before it starts again, your fingers working as intensely as possible to capture that sensation of your pussy being devoured. Feeling his tongue caress your swollen little nub sends you to the edge, and again you are forced to hold it for 20 seconds, your hips writhing and your limbs pulling fiercely against the restraints. Even as it stops, you can barely relax your muscles for the brief seconds you are given to rest as you stave off the orgasm that resonates within you. As he sucks on your clit once again, the pattern repeats itself another 5 times in a row.On the 5th and final time, he gets up and undresses, showing you that pulsating length ready to enter you. Your fingers slide over the hole you so need him to penetrate, feeling just how wet it is, teasing the entrance with little circles until you are nearly ready to beg. Finally, it slips within you. As those fingers enter you, you imagine every inch of his length pushing deeper, how he’d tell you just how it feels to be inside you, to have his cock exploring your sensitive pussy and how it makes him feel to hear you moan in pleasure.Finger yourself hard and fast as he takes you just as you crave. The way you want him to fuck you roughly, the animal passion that courses through him, wanting nothing more than to make you scream with his length. As he pounds you hard to keep you gushing around every erect inch of him, your fingers continue their work in rhythm. Do not stop… from this you will orgasm the moment that pinnacle hits you. He continues to fuck you even as you climax, never slowing down even as you strain against the restraints. You won’t stop coming until you have no more orgasms left to give him. That’s it… More.Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source: New Sensations

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you...

2016-07-30 18:51:35

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs spread, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. First tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.Finally, as your thoughts draw towards his fingers slipping inside you, you finally focus on your clitoris, paying careful attention to teasing it just the right way to make your sex pulsate even more. You can almost feel his fingers drilling deep inside you, fingerfucking you intensely as you circle your clitoris 50 times. The closer you get to doing all 50 circles, the more vividly you imagine him keeping his fingers buried all the way inside you, telling you just how it feels within, telling you how much he wants to feel his cock surrounded by those tight walls of silk.The moment you reach the 50th circle around your stiffened little clitoris, your attention turns to his tongue slipping over your clitoris so delicately, just the way your fingers act out, sliding left and right so carefully, barely brushing over the tip, his tongue wanting to make it want even more as if coaxing it from beneath that hood. At first he just keeps teasing it with the very tip of his tongue in a way that barely even touches, though it still sends a surge of pleasure through you as if he were whipping it harshly against it; however once you start to feel your hips losing their control and thrusting up and down, that’s when it slips over it more, pressing down more fervently. Faster it continues, left and right, until you feel it building, that white hot heat. Only then does he suck it hard, clasping his lips around that little jewel of delight to devour your pleasure. You edge, though he does not stop, holding you on that pinnacle for 20 seconds, knowing that you would not dare orgasm without permission, not until he is inside you. Suddenly it stops after those 20 seconds, allowing you to catch a breath, before it starts again, your fingers working as intensely as possible to capture that sensation of your pussy being devoured. Feeling his tongue caress your swollen little nub sends you to the edge, and again you are forced to hold it for 20 seconds, your hips writhing and your limbs pulling fiercely against the restraints. Even as it stops, you can barely relax your muscles for the brief seconds you are given to rest as you stave off the orgasm that resonates within you. As he sucks on your clit once again, the pattern repeats itself another 5 times in a row.On the 5th and final time, he gets up and undresses, showing you that pulsating length ready to enter you. Your fingers slide over the hole you so need him to penetrate, feeling just how wet it is, teasing the entrance with little circles until you are nearly ready to beg. Finally, it slips within you. As those fingers enter you, you imagine every inch of his length pushing deeper, how he’d tell you just how it feels to be inside you, to have his cock exploring your sensitive pussy and how it makes him feel to hear you moan in pleasure.Finger yourself hard and fast as he takes you just as you crave. The way you want him to fuck you roughly, the animal passion that courses through him, wanting nothing more than to make you scream with his length. As he pounds you hard to keep you gushing around every erect inch of him, your fingers continue their work in rhythm. Do not stop… from this you will orgasm the moment that pinnacle hits you. He continues to fuck you even as you climax, never slowing down even as you strain against the restraints. You won’t stop coming until you have no more orgasms left to give him. That’s it… More.Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source: New Sensations

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you...

2016-07-30 18:51:35

pleasuretorture: Keep those arms and legs spread for him, you will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs spread, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. First tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.Finally, as your thoughts draw towards his fingers slipping inside you, you finally focus on your clitoris, paying careful attention to teasing it just the right way to make your sex pulsate even more. You can almost feel his fingers drilling deep inside you, fingerfucking you intensely as you circle your clitoris 50 times. The closer you get to doing all 50 circles, the more vividly you imagine him keeping his fingers buried all the way inside you, telling you just how it feels within, telling you how much he wants to feel his cock surrounded by those tight walls of silk.The moment you reach the 50th circle around your stiffened little clitoris, your attention turns to his tongue slipping over your clitoris so delicately, just the way your fingers act out, sliding left and right so carefully, barely brushing over the tip, his tongue wanting to make it want even more as if coaxing it from beneath that hood. At first he just keeps teasing it with the very tip of his tongue in a way that barely even touches, though it still sends a surge of pleasure through you as if he were whipping it harshly against it; however once you start to feel your hips losing their control and thrusting up and down, that’s when it slips over it more, pressing down more fervently. Faster it continues, left and right, until you feel it building, that white hot heat. Only then does he suck it hard, clasping his lips around that little jewel of delight to devour your pleasure. You edge, though he does not stop, holding you on that pinnacle for 20 seconds, knowing that you would not dare orgasm without permission, not until he is inside you. Suddenly it stops after those 20 seconds, allowing you to catch a breath, before it starts again, your fingers working as intensely as possible to capture that sensation of your pussy being devoured. Feeling his tongue caress your swollen little nub sends you to the edge, and again you are forced to hold it for 20 seconds, your hips writhing and your limbs pulling fiercely against the restraints. Even as it stops, you can barely relax your muscles for the brief seconds you are given to rest as you stave off the orgasm that resonates within you. As he sucks on your clit once again, the pattern repeats itself another 5 times in a row.On the 5th and final time, he gets up and undresses, showing you that pulsating length ready to enter you. Your fingers slide over the hole you so need him to penetrate, feeling just how wet it is, teasing the entrance with little circles until you are nearly ready to beg. Finally, it slips within you. As those fingers enter you, you imagine every inch of his length pushing deeper, how he’d tell you just how it feels to be inside you, to have his cock exploring your sensitive pussy and how it makes him feel to hear you moan in pleasure.Finger yourself hard and fast as he takes you just as you crave. The way you want him to fuck you roughly, the animal passion that courses through him, wanting nothing more than to make you scream with his length. As he pounds you hard to keep you gushing around every erect inch of him, your fingers continue their work in rhythm. Do not stop… from this you will orgasm the moment that pinnacle hits you. He continues to fuck you even as you climax, never slowing down even as you strain against the restraints. You won’t stop coming until you have no more orgasms left to give him. That’s it… More.Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source: New Sensations

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