Gal Cares For Doll

She felt some of the body-hair that blanketed the whole upper part of John's back, and she thought to herself, Man, I was right. This guy really is a big teddy bear. Either that, or he's a fucking werewolf! Lisa wasn't a fan of thick body-hair on men. It had been the one thing about her stepfather's naked body that she hadn't been torture too thrilled with--aside from his beer-gut belly, of course. "John, why don't you take off your glasses?" Lisa politely asked. "But I can't see very well without them," John automatically replied. "You don't need to see anything right now, John. You've already seen everything that you needed to see." And with that, Lisa extended her arm, grabbed hold of the bedside lamp pull-chain, and instantly put the small bedroom back into the same moonlit darkness that John had encountered when he had first walked into the bedroom. Lisa reached up with her hands to feel where John's face was. And then she gently fetish pulled his glasses up off of his ears, before depositing them on top of the night stand, right next to the lamp--and the now-infamous anal hairbrush. Meanwhile, John had been passively basking in that very nice sensation of being deeply coupled-up with a woman. The darkened room all of the sudden brought back the vivid image in John's mind of Lisa lying there on the bed, totally nude, BDSM except for those shimmering white panties of hers. Out of the blue, John wondered where Lisa had put her socks, because her feet were bare, and he didn't see any socks by her pants and boots that were on the floor next to the side of the bed. And he thought to himself, Nobody ever wears boots without socks. Or do they? Sometimes the damndest thoughts cross a person's mind at the strangest of times. As John was starting to ease his penis back out of Lisa's Slave vagina, so that he could begin thrusting away at it, he was mentally-busy wondering if Lisa talked to her own pussy, whenever she was masturbating. But John was jolted right back to the here-and-now, Bondage when he thrust his penis all the way back in again, and the muscle structure surrounding the entrance of Lisa's vagina clamped down very tightly around the base of his penis. So tightly that, for all practical purposes, his penis was pretty well immobilized. And John started to react. Switching back to her little girl voice, Lisa told John, "Oops. I reasoned the mourning clothes must be for her husband since else he would have Bondage followed here. Kelly forced a smile “well baby that’s what fetish a good cum dumpster does right she gets all the cum”. It's why you're so wet. "That's not like you at all." We raced back to the estate, late for lunch, and when we got to the edge of the wasteland Slave we stopped, bent double, panting. “She is too young.” I still have to wait 2 weeks before inflating and filling her udders again. I was BDSM shocked; I had just never seen that one coming. "Then whats wrong sweetie?" During that time we did go out to eat a good bit and I did have her for dinner on weekends. Her heart-shaped face stared at me as her virginal-white bra and panties came into view, a dark stain across her crotch. It brought the house down and he had half a hard-on by the time torture it was over.