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Why not
Show me the mess you made
But of course why not??
😈
Ah what can one say that would be better than that.
Repost if you want to play with my puffy nipples😈
The vestibule.
In thrall.
Discipline.
Earning his stripes!!
The main attraction.
Feel free to ask anything.
Ah still waiting i see.
One for the girls.
Table manners.
Yes sir.
Laid out on the table to inspect.
My love for Sarees and my never ending appetite to pose in front of a camera
Gently edging you while I fuck you in the ass so all you can do is beg and whine while you struggle to cum like a pathetic little puppy.
One for the album Mummy.
I have numerous ideas, mainly involving couples bondage or home invasion scenarios. Also being dominated long term with a woman. Being tied front to front naked to a woman.
That is a very intriguing scenario, front to front with a woman, you seem to be one whom is interested in being dominated, is that so perhaps? or a combination of the bondage ideal??
Would love to talk about some ideas I have
Hmm and they are what? also what is your gender?
Inside me/the journey (Part two).
I turned on the radio. As I was listening to the music. I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn't go away. I also noticed my son got real quiet. "It wasn't there when I first sat down." I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son was getting a hard on. I really didn't think about giving him a hard on by sitting on his lap. I could feel it still growing. "My god," I thought to myself. "How big is it going to get." I wondered what he was thinking. Does he think I can't feel it between the crack of my ass? I looked down at my legs. My dress had rose up a little more. I could almost see my panties. My son's hands was on the seat on each side of me. I wondered if he could see how high my dress had ridden up. I realized I like the idea of my dress being up so high. It gave me a little thrill knowing I could give my son a hard on. We only been on the road for about an hour. There was still four hours to go. I knew my husband couldn't see how high my dress was or he would be looking at my legs. The TV block everything from his view. I felt my son shift his body around. When he did his dick ended up on the back of my ass. I kinda wished he would try something."How you doing back there, son," I asked him."I'm Ok, mom, how are you feeling?""I like what I'm feeling," I answered him. "Are your arms getting tired where you have them?""Yea, it's a little uncomfortable,""Here try this to see if it feels better," I said as I took a hold of both of his hands and placed them on my bare thighs. "Is that better?""Yea, that's a lot better."I looked down. When I put his hands high on my thighs, I put them palms down. His thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs, very close to my panties. I liked what it looked like. I wished he'd move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn't. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my husband right there. As I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn't give me any resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up a little.
But of course.
Mommy!!!
She just wanted a shoulder rub LOL.
A good tongue lashing.