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There she stood, so gracefully knelt before your lecherous eyes, her figure veiled by indecency. A pink corset, complemented by a devilish pair of similar toned panties, a sight further enhanced by the alluding white-socks that extended past her thighs. The room was elegant, crowded by extravagant objects and classical themes - the most expensive 'suite' ahead of a collection of hotel rooms - one facilitated by your wallet, of course. She made sure of it.Β
β " Yes. I want you to film me sucking it. I want you to grab your phone, and treat me like your personal pornstar. "
Sabrina claimed, her lips growing closer, her patterned breathing colliding with your bare legs. Her hands stood near it, nails grasping and punctuating across your flesh, teasing the nature of your hues. Yet, her eyes never once left your own. She proceeded. Hands trailing above, nails dashing before your skin, trailing a predatory path towards your urging manhood. Pungent, filthy.
β "There you go! Point it at me! Right there, I want her to see it."
She did little to conceal her intentions, even if she tried muttering her words. Sabrina grasped control of your shorts, swiftly disposing of them. Such a graceful motion, like she had done it many times prior. Her eyes began to water, the intoxicating smell of an unwashed prick permeating her nostrils. β "I'm going to drain this filthy cock of yours. This delicious piece of meat."
The woman claimed, her hands asserting possession of your manhood - stern and harsh - a vicious hold of jealousy, of necessity. She approached, the breathing colliding with your flesh, the scent embracing your own - sweet and salty - and a kiss followed. Mellow, tender, devilish. Her lips embellished your tip, the pink lipstick forever marking your rod, eternally making it her own vessel of milk and desire.Β
β βSo fucking delicious. So fucking salty."
She muttered, instinctively. She appeared seduced by it - by the idea of usurping it, claiming it as her own toy. Another followed, and another. Kisses that grew in adoration, passion, obsession.Β
Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine!
The words kept crowding her judgment.
She persisted, trailing bellow, lips and tongue dashing across your length, saliva crowding her mouth, and yet she did little dismiss her devotion. Her grasp grew tighter, her eyes frantically steered between the prick below, and the one holding the camera.
β "Oh, that poor girl. She isn't woman enough to take such a deliciously stinky cock. Don't worry, girlie pop. I'll take care of his needs for you."
Sabrina claimed, her words suggested innocence, purity, yet her tone was immediately contradicted by the nature of her actions. Her lips pushed - perfectly embracing the shaft, sliding so effortlessly, like they were specifically made to work your cock. Purposely created to embellish your cock.