Each club had to put up a prize for this race usually money but it was suggested by the leader of a rough looking hells angles type club that our club used me as our prize if we lost. I moaned and cried out as the leather stung my nipples making them even larger and the soft areas of my pussy making sure the end of the throngs caught my engorged clit making my whole body spasm in ectascy, from the pleasure and orgasms it was giving me
. The day arrived and we set off to our prearranged meeting point.
. I just about came looking at that short video and wished that it was me on at anthill. When I would tell most men that I like to be spanked, whipped on both my breasts and my pussy they would think I'm nuts and run for the hills So that brings me to one of my fantasies that I carried out on myself.
My knees have weakened to the point where they no longer support my body but shake uselessly as my arms hold my weight. it beckons me
. Maybe this demon isn’t the Queen after all? Is the real queen still a part of me, lying dormant and broken in the darkest corner of my heart? Can I muster up the strength to become her once more? The thought makes me smile cruelly
Each club had to put up a prize for this race usually money but it was suggested by the leader of a rough looking hells angles type club that our club used me as our prize if we lost. I moaned and cried out as the leather stung my nipples making them even larger and the soft areas of my pussy making sure the end of the throngs caught my engorged clit making my whole body spasm in ectascy, from the pleasure and orgasms it was giving me
. The day arrived and we set off to our prearranged meeting point.
. I just about came looking at that short video and wished that it was me on at anthill. When I would tell most men that I like to be spanked, whipped on both my breasts and my pussy they would think I'm nuts and run for the hills So that brings me to one of my fantasies that I carried out on myself.
My knees have weakened to the point where they no longer support my body but shake uselessly as my arms hold my weight. it beckons me
. Maybe this demon isn’t the Queen after all? Is the real queen still a part of me, lying dormant and broken in the darkest corner of my heart? Can I muster up the strength to become her once more? The thought makes me smile cruelly
Each club had to put up a prize for this race usually money but it was suggested by the leader of a rough looking hells angles type club that our club used me as our prize if we lost. I moaned and cried out as the leather stung my nipples making them even larger and the soft areas of my pussy making sure the end of the throngs caught my engorged clit making my whole body spasm in ectascy, from the pleasure and orgasms it was giving me
. The day arrived and we set off to our prearranged meeting point.
. I just about came looking at that short video and wished that it was me on at anthill. When I would tell most men that I like to be spanked, whipped on both my breasts and my pussy they would think I'm nuts and run for the hills So that brings me to one of my fantasies that I carried out on myself.
My knees have weakened to the point where they no longer support my body but shake uselessly as my arms hold my weight. it beckons me
. Maybe this demon isn’t the Queen after all? Is the real queen still a part of me, lying dormant and broken in the darkest corner of my heart? Can I muster up the strength to become her once more? The thought makes me smile cruelly
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