Chaturbate India's Profile

Languages: English

Location: Your dream city <3

Body Decorations: yes

Smokes/Drinks: no

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 20

Body Type: Slim

Chaturbate India - She Started the show by licking her own tits.

In no time she was on the edge of orgasm. Her body shook hard as the last drops of her secret mixture subsided. She lost control; the ones she had kept from the others. She dropped the blindfold, and they came from under the wings. Eye-flesh covered her body; her Master's mark. He was horrified. In two quick moves, she had him, pinned, in the dark. He twitched; she recognized his throbbing dick. She fastened leather cuffs around his wrists, then quickly pulled the chain over his body. He groaned, although he could not tell. She dropped the whip to the floor, and he heard a faint squelching sound. She cuffed him again, this time chaining the chain over his ass.

He groaned again...."Hold it! Don't let her escape!!" She tugged on the chain slightly, and his body came tumbling down onto the cold stone floor. He was panting hard; his legs muscles straining. His ass saved from the fall was glowing red, like the top of her head. Her hand ran over his ass;her fingernails lightly scraping the red digits. She paused for a moment. She gave the now naked man the lightest of kisses, and then slowly drew away. She moved away again, and sat up. Her breasts were hardly T-shirt size, and she braked down, spreading her legs slightly. Then she lifted her head and gently pulled her panties aside. She brought them to her face, and tasted her cunt. She could smell the muskiness of her own arousal. She removed her shirt, and his naked body settled across her.

"Why were you not in the room when Master came for you, little boy?" She asked softly. "I have always honored your wishes, Chaturbate India," he stated, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Your apologies are, of course, accepted, as are my own," he added, looking down at the floor. "However..." she began. She scooted down toward his flat arse, and his dark deep hips gently pressed against her pussy. He groaned, and his hands traveled down her arms. They untied the cuffs, and they gave her the chain to free her hands. He tightened it, until she was standing up straight again, her head thrown back. He walked over to the coffee table...he knew what she wanted, and he had it arranged for her. He kneeled on it, and she kneelled facing the table. She needed it for her powers of control, and the sharp pain of the chaffing against her thighs eased the punishment from her. She kneeled back against the table, crying softly..

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