Desi House Wife Removing Dress MMS

I arrived at the flat and rang the doorbell and you let me in and show me to the lounge. "Ready for your fashion show sir?" you playfully smack my bum...and I tell you the get a drink and sit down while I get dressed for you.You sit in a large leather armchair with a glass of wine, while I strip down so I'm standing naked in front of you apart from my cage and plug. You tell me to turn round and compliment how smooth my skin is and happy that I'm caged like a good little slut.I get my bag and. .please? In fact, can I touch it? I don't think I'll even be able to get my hand around it. Look at that fat sucker."She was probably right. Not because I have the fattest cock but her hands were tiny. They couldn't hide her tremendous boobs in the least. Shit, her arms couldn't even cover them. Which was why she just stopped trying. Especially since I had her legs, one ankle in my free hand and the other on my hip causing her to lose her balance on the futon she fell back on."We're not even. More

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