Alexia Milano is tit and twat tortured by a mean slut dominatrix

The lezdom royal palace sat atop a hill in the center of the metropolis, towering over the rest of the BDSM city, its colossal golden dome casting a shadow across the landscape. The street we were on was quiet by Ardeni standards, but it still bustled with life from every corner. Horses raced down the road, weaving between trolls carrying heavy equipment on their backs. Men and women shouted from every window, merchants chanted the praises of their goods from kiosks, and pedestrians walked in herds through it all. Yavara turned to me, her eyes brimming with childish excitement. “Holy shit, this place is amazing!” I laughed and placed a hand on her cheek, murmuring a spell under my breath. Yavara’s pointed ears rounded, and her irises turned green. She touched a hand to her ear, and frowned. I could tell she didn’t like it, but she didn’t voice her objection. The three of us walked down the street, me leading the way. We dodged traffic and pushed away ambitious venders Big Tits until we reached a small tavern on the corner called, ‘Rasloraca’s Rathole’. I motioned them inside, Brock bowing his head to avoid the doorway’s clearance. The three of us sat down at the bar and I ordered drinks before explaining the plan. “The woman who owns this bar is who we’re here to see.” I said, “I’ll go upstairs and notify her of your presence. Don’t worry, Yavara, I trust this woman with your life.” “But not your own, Zander?” Brock eyed me. Yavara turned her head with a curious expression. “I’m sure Zander just said that to make me feel safe.” I took control of the sex, dictating the speed and force. The smell was almost crippling as I began chanting in the sacred tongue. He could still be used to barter with the Romans, or maybe he could give us some information. At least one of them must have sensed my mood change and finger fucked me for longer before dressing me in a skirt (belt) only. My breasts jiggled and swayed, the milk building inside of me. Holly and I raised our bodies slightly so that we were now basically sitting on our feet as we knelt. So instead of answering he let go of her cock, letting it rest softly BDSM against her thigh, the tip once again hidden by its hood as he moved down, closing his eyes in frustration with himself as he gently kissed one of her heavy nuts then sucked, drawing one into his mouth where his tongue bathed it, a process he repeated in turn with the other over the course of a few minutes. I was." It is such a exhilarating experience being naked in front of other Big Tits people. He slowly slid his full length into her pussy, keeping it there for a moment, she moaned softly, taking every inch of him in, she was used to that part. I laughed, "Ooooo, I think I've got myself a tit man. Is that what you are—a tit man?" “ What could I do, I was shaking so much I doubt whether I could stand up anyway. The crowd seemed to roar as my body writhed in ecstasy. Then I felt Joe take his finger lezdom and John looked across the seat at his niece. How did this work? Sounds like mom is kind of kinky, he said. "I dunno. She held my head tightly to her tit, ensuring her nipple would not leave my mouth. The pleasure surged through me. This wondrous heat that billowed out of me. Her hips danced around my cock, swirling that juicy snatch around my dick. Just before I had my lips around his fat head, I was jolted out of my dream by a slamming door. How was your break?” A heart monitor? ‘Why’s that?’ I enquired. I’m so sorry, but I can’t make it after all, something has suddenly come up. "Yes Sir."