Tormentor Legrand and Colton
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When Tormentor Legrand brings me into the mostly dark, dimly lit room, I can perceive myself feeling hardly unnerved and anxious, but also excited. The excitement ramps up rather quickly, too, once he lays one of his good-sized arms on my neck and mildly touches my face with the other. All anxiety and nerves seem to downright dissipate. He lifts up my shirt, his eyes strolling my assets just as much as his hands. He pinches my left nipple, then my right. Each pin sends what can only be described as electricity, or some sort of a jolting through my whole body. I never indeed devised having a Tormentor or being owned before – but it’s amazing how natural it senses so suddenly. As if I am meant to be here, getting investigated by one of the sexiest guys I have ever seen, essentially evaluating my body. Summing me up as a reward to bid on. He lifts my t-shirt up further, this time over my face and then off. I look over and see him unbuckle his coat. I sensed my slot twitch. He came forth and behind me, reaching down to unbuckle my jeans. I couldn’t help but quiver. He moved his face ever so close to mine, gazing me in the eyes, well-prepped to kiss me. He pulls back though, taunting me as his palm heads down the front into my underwear. He resumes to taunt me, running his arms all over me, a near kiss as he stares intently right into my eyes. He knows I’m putty in his arms at this point. He turns me around and commences to rub at my rump as I sigh powerfully and scream into his ear. He asks me to skinny on the padded bench and grips my manhood and balls, his attention tho' on my unveiled hole. I make it pucker, almost . I can sense my assets leisurely develop a mind of its own. He has me turn over and instructs me to get to work on him. I open his trousers as he eliminates his own jacket. He unbuttons his t-shirt a bit, carefully teaching me as to how to service him. Even through the fabric of his underwear, I can already tell he has a manhood flawlessly befitting a master. Pulling it out and actually watching it, though, is really a glance to behold. He resumes to train me as to just how he wants me to taste and deepthroat on it. Praying me to look up at him, where to touch him, how to touch him. It's like mind control, my assets simply keeps responding as if running on autopilot. He asks me to lay on my back. He pours lubricant all over me and fumbles me sensually, once again investigating my assets as if he’s never sensed another one before. He asks me to hoist up my gams for him. I do it and pray him, he knows what for. A smallish part of me wonders if it’s actually even possible. But most of me wants him to impale me no matter what. He turns me back over, and after more teasing, I finally sense the good-sized head glide into my tense hole. It takes some work, and I can tell he loves it. He knows I’m yearning for it, but it won’t simply glide all the way in. He’s too big, I’m too small. But it’s undoubtedly not impossible. He gets me back on my back, my gams up in the air again, toes curling with anticipation. He leisurely commences slipping into me again, and finally I can sense his head in my guts and his balls spanking against my ass. I, myself, am rock-hard and stroking, his good-sized manstick essentially oftentimes pressed against and petting my prostate. It’s too much, it’s too good. Before he can even get a solid pace going, I accidentally deepthroat my load. Tormentor Legrand doesn’t seem angry about this, just amused. I’m left dumbstruck, my assets still reeling from the orgasm. Tormentor taunts me a bit more, letting me know how I stretched for him. He tosses a towel on me and tells me to neat up… and I know I’ve found a fresh aim and place in life
When Tormentor Legrand brings me into the mostly dark, dimly lit room, I can perceive myself feeling hardly unnerved and anxious, but also excited. The excitement ramps up rather quickly, too, once he lays one of his good-sized arms on my neck and mildly touches my face with the other. All anxiety and nerves seem to downright dissipate. He lifts up my shirt, his eyes strolling my assets just as much as his hands. He pinches my left nipple, then my right. Each pin sends what can only be described as electricity, or some sort of a jolting through my whole body. I never indeed devised having a Tormentor or being owned before – but it’s amazing how natural it senses so suddenly. As if I am meant to be here, getting investigated by one of the sexiest guys I have ever seen, essentially evaluating my body. Summing me up as a reward to bid on. He lifts my t-shirt up further, this time over my face and then off. I look over and see him unbuckle his coat. I sensed my slot twitch. He came forth and behind me, reaching down to unbuckle my jeans. I couldn’t help but quiver. He moved his face ever so close to mine, gazing me in the eyes, well-prepped to kiss me. He pulls back though, taunting me as his palm heads down the front into my underwear. He resumes to taunt me, running his arms all over me, a near kiss as he stares intently right into my eyes. He knows I’m putty in his arms at this point. He turns me around and commences to rub at my rump as I sigh powerfully and scream into his ear. He asks me to skinny on the padded bench and grips my manhood and balls, his attention tho' on my unveiled hole. I make it pucker, almost . I can sense my assets leisurely develop a mind of its own. He has me turn over and instructs me to get to work on him. I open his trousers as he eliminates his own jacket. He unbuttons his t-shirt a bit, carefully teaching me as to how to service him. Even through the fabric of his underwear, I can already tell he has a manhood flawlessly befitting a master. Pulling it out and actually watching it, though, is really a glance to behold. He resumes to train me as to just how he wants me to taste and deepthroat on it. Praying me to look up at him, where to touch him, how to touch him. It's like mind control, my assets simply keeps responding as if running on autopilot. He asks me to lay on my back. He pours lubricant all over me and fumbles me sensually, once again investigating my assets as if he’s never sensed another one before. He asks me to hoist up my gams for him. I do it and pray him, he knows what for. A smallish part of me wonders if it’s actually even possible. But most of me wants him to impale me no matter what. He turns me back over, and after more teasing, I finally sense the good-sized head glide into my tense hole. It takes some work, and I can tell he loves it. He knows I’m yearning for it, but it won’t simply glide all the way in. He’s too big, I’m too small. But it’s undoubtedly not impossible. He gets me back on my back, my gams up in the air again, toes curling with anticipation. He leisurely commences slipping into me again, and finally I can sense his head in my guts and his balls spanking against my ass. I, myself, am rock-hard and stroking, his good-sized manstick essentially oftentimes pressed against and petting my prostate. It’s too much, it’s too good. Before he can even get a solid pace going, I accidentally deepthroat my load. Tormentor Legrand doesn’t seem angry about this, just amused. I’m left dumbstruck, my assets still reeling from the orgasm. Tormentor taunts me a bit more, letting me know how I stretched for him. He tosses a towel on me and tells me to neat up… and I know I’ve found a fresh aim and place in life
Added: 2022-10-17 • Views: 18 • Duration: 25:42
