A text message: “I want to see you tomorrow morning”. Milf sex “All the way in… The mascara would make that easier. The mascara would make that easier. Me: Yes sir. I knew this meant that he’d be frustrated. A leather lead. Our fantasies are always fairly extreme, and when we’re not involved sexually, we’re really good friends. Bring condoms, lubricant, and a dog collar. He wanted the tears to run down my face as I gagged. I curled up on my bed with my clit massager, getting worked up would make fitting in the long string of beads an easier feat. Me: Yes sir. He got me up on the bed, and shoved his cock straight into my pussy. His was a control collar, so thick and tight it meant you couldn’t actually look up or turn your head. He started to laugh watching me lap at the water. He handed me my bag, and he told me it was time to change. He walked me back to the bedroom.
