I would have never in a million years been able to afford even one of them. The stairs Lucifer was leading me to wound loosely and I was literally in awe. He led me up the stairs and turned left. japanese There was a door at the end of the hall that we were clearly heading for. We stopped right at the door. Before we entered, he turned to look at me, and smiled that devilish grin (pun absolutely intended), then turned back and opened the door. The first thing I noticed was the bed. It was definitely a California King with silk black sheets and a poster including the black curtains that were drawn to go with it. Everything was black. The window curtains, the carpet, even the walls and furniture. There was a chandelier hanging above me. Seems like he’s into those, but no complaints here. Lucifer Bondage picked me up and threw me on the bed, and in an instant, he asian was on top of me. “Now, where were we.” He said almost as if he was hungry. Immediately, one of his hands grabbed the back of my hair, while the other was ripping my teddy off. His mouth met mine, and I responded. Hell, if I wasn’t going anywhere, and he technically owned me, might as well let this happen, right? The hand that ripped my teddy pulled one of my thighs open, and he started grinding into me. I met him with my pelvis, pushing, wanting more. It caused Lucifer to groan into my mouth, which was my encouragement to get more into it. My hands started roaming. From his back to his hair, I held on, begging for more. I found his chest japan trying to take his suit jacket off, but he stopped me. “Not yet, Puppy. I control things here. You’ll come the way I make you.” He began to kiss me again, allowing me to at least run my fingers through his hair again and continue to grind with him. His tongue found mine and we danced in each other’s mouths. The hand that was holding my thigh reached up and found one nipple and began to play. He ran his finger on it until it was hard, then began to pinch it a bit just to cause a smidge of pain. I fetish jumped a little but enjoyed it. His fingers then went to my soaking wet pussy and just lightly brushed the wetness. They went back to my nipple and the cold wetness felt so good. I was writhing and moaning in his mouth. I would ask please if I could, but his tongue never left my mouth. And then he was no longer on top of me. I shook with need, and he stood in front of the bed, smiling that smile, beginning to take his clothes off. He did it slowly; agonizingly. Torturous man. When he removed his pants, I could see the bulge in his boxer briefs. He was big. Like big. But I guess I 'did it' with her at least three or four times. He pulled back and then thrust hard inside of asian me. Years fetish of apparently pent up urges were set free. With fingers on the very end, he twisted the bottle, “Just enough to still hold onto.” He looked down at me. “I’m going to push it all the way inside and see if your pussy can close around it.” I gasped at the japanese obscenity of the statement. She wiggled it at me and giggled as she walked away from me. “Oh daddy that feels good please suck harder. “The position you practically foisted upon me?” "Toman?" I would periodically use my finger to drag a glob japan of cum to my mouth for swallowing and tell him how delicious it was. He said as he handed each of them a bottle of water. “Mommy loves you so much.” She locked him in her embrace and rolled to the side. I asked if we could eat dinner while watching the movie and she agreed readily. We ended up in the shallow end diving between each other’s legs and doing handstands and somersaults. The service wasn’t quite up to Vic and Anthony’s, but it was okay—pretty much what we expected. The knot was probably small compared to the other two dogs, but it might have been the width of Bondage their larger cocks so when it stretched me to the point of almost entering, I felt like I would be torn and I couldn’t think of a worse place to be torn.