cruising hampstead heath

Something was wrong. I struggled to open my eyes, blearily forcing myself to focus. I was in a red-panelled room, dimly lit, one I'd never been in before, with... things, on the walls. Whips, floggers, toys of all descr*ptions, most of which I couldn't even name. It was only then that I realized I was naked, bound on my back to a table with my legs spread into a slight V in the air, wrists above my head, a belt around my waist holding me down. I lifted my head, and saw that my six-inch dick was hard and straining, twitching without my command. Why the fuck was I hard? Arousal was the last thing I was feeling! Confusion, fear, panic, yes. But not arousal.

For a brick, he flew pretty good.She's real good cocksleeve in VRC let me tell you.My back door is slick and could take bigger things than that dick. =^= But sometimes you must please the peasants~

After a few spurts his cock stopped orgasming and started to soften again in her mouth. Suckling on his cock until it had returned to its original size, Sarah moved down to his balls and began to give them the same treatment. Almost roughly she reached underneath his thighs and brought them forward, sucking in both at once into her mouth. She sucked and slurped, rolling his balls around her mouth with her tongue. Sarah was desperate, coercing his cum factories to produce another round of fun for her.