A shiver ran through her, her ear flapping from the sensation of my breath. I then moved down, stimulating her not with my tongue or lips as I normally would, but with a simple stream of air. My breath lapped at her nipples, drawing away warmth homemade and causing them to become erect from the chill. Betty’s tough bravado was coming undone, her own breath trembling as her strength left her. Like with Sonja the night before, since I was depriving her of sight, her body compensated by over-processing all other stimuli. Every physical sensation was magnified to make up for the loss of information. I reached her belly, flat and smooth. She was especially ticklish here. I focused on her navel, first blowing on it, then dropping a dollop of saliva into it. She shuddered as my spit filled her belly button. “You’re a disrespectful little brat,” she hissed. “You’re nothing but a slutty cow bitch. You don’t deserve respect.” ‘Don’t you know? All strong, independent women are secret masochists. All amateur you have to do is hit them with the right level of cruelty and they’ll melt like butter.’ My instincts told me to take Lorraine’s advice with more than a few grains of salt, but I felt in this case, she was right. The first time Betty and I had sex, she certainly changed her tune once I took charge. “In fact, since I gave you the ability to talk, you have no say in the matter if I take it away.” Before she could reply, I secured a ball gag in her mouth. It wasn’t a solid rubber ball like you would normally see, instead it was hollow and perforated, like a whiffle ball, to let the wearer’s saliva leak freely. I continued my journey south, massaging her with streams of air. I focused on the backs of her thighs and her rear end, vast fields of caramel-colored porcelain skin, canvases just waiting to be painted with our shared fluids. I hadn’t even touched her, yet her pink flower petals were glistening. A single drop of her arousal slipped down to her asshole. The breath I streamed onto her pussy caused the liquid to evaporate, drawing away her heat. It was a drop of only a degree of warmth, but that chill still made her shiver from asian head to hoof. “Now, how about I give you a proper milking?” My gentle teasing was swept aside, my hands grabbing her breasts like two bear traps. Betty screamed through her gag as I viciously fondled her, my hands always moving, making sure that not a single centimeter of flesh was spared. Her tits were the perfect japanese playthings, welcoming my squeezes and smothering. After only moments, her milk began to old trickle. The more I mashed them, the more came out. Soon her breasts were rubbed raw, the skin turning red from the abuse, but her milk was spraying like two squirt guns, covering her naked body. But,, then there’s her personality, “Watch it Buster”, “You know its true sweetie” Don’t get me wrong, she has a great personality overall, she’s smart and fun to be around, Buuttt, she has a tendency to be bossy, and can go from zero to bitch it 2 seconds flat. He shook his head. Clint growled beside me, swirling through the girl's cunt. Rev slipped his hand over his throbbing cock. I needed a homemade new roommate fast and none of my friends needed housing as the semester had already started. Hands gently lift my hips, raising my bottom into the air. The new clothing was old very tight-fitting. I sat up straight with my hands on his chest, rising and lowering my ass on his hardness. That shouldn't be hard. I did care after the waves started to recede. She did. Ealaín was sent by her mother, my Goddess, to inspire my art. Sperm is sperm. “That was good, slut,” I groaned, my dick still hard. My gawd, that’s bigger than many stores that I asian go to. They are here to revitalize the world. Knowing that I fantasied about this he would add triggers that he could use to make me do nice things to him. His dick was kind of short, about 6 inches I’d say. That's what I was after. The whole time her watering eyes were turned up, watching him watch her. japanese I asked her if she was going to start wearing knickers again. He began shooting. “I just… I can’t… Why?!” She got off the bed and immediately started putting on her clothes. Her response was to slowly cross her legs and then very self-consciously play with the hem of her dress showing her ample, tanned thighs. I didn’t want to scape his sensitive glans, he might pull his beautiful cock away from me! I pushed his sweet cock deeper into my mouth, until the fat head hit way amateur back in my throat and made me gag.