Dangerous Pleasures

f his own decadent world, where Heather, his devoted submissive, exists only to please him.

pleasure and punishment. She lives to serve; he lives to take. But as the boundaries between d

jo

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the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a news article that had been turned down by

laptop up in his briefcase. It was patheti

. There, no one paid attention to any of the strange faces that passed in the st

er, who was dressed in a form fitting French maid outfit. Her skin was light and pale,

three-inch heels. The heel was just long enough to give her legs an extra bit of sexiness but not enoug

ding down to her knees. She kissed bo

and placing his briefcase on a table next to the door. He w

hool, she used to be a cheerleader, full of spunk and bursting with energy. Little did

stand, even in a city as liberal as New York. He started dating h

lege, she could no longer contain herself and picked him out of the crowd of horny young men at a party. Why she

aiting for him to soak into after a long day at work. Next to the tub was a glass of red wine. He q

ought a wonderful warming sensation to his face. Even after four years of havin

im as he walked to the living room. He sat down on a recliner and leaned

e my master?

that question. He leaned back a li

He was already nice and erect for her. She grabbed the base of hi

, feeling the initial wetn

le, until his whole cock was deep in her mouth.

ied her hardest not to gag on his thickness. His balls tightened up agai

ng her blonde head move ba

her blue eyes looked up innocently at hi

g the armrests of the recl

h a finger, she reached under his balls and pressed agains

hile she pressed against the outside of his prostate.

was impossible, she managed to get him even deeper in her throat. Despite th

w times in his hand, trying to calm him

cum?" he asked her,

s tightly and whis

de me unhapp

ddle of his bathrobe. The bathrobe

ed towards hi

d, sternly. Obedie

e had nailed his coffee table down for this exact reason. Taking a knife

xed, beautiful pussy was exposed. He put the knife down on the

eep inside her, before moving it towards her clit. Her clit twitched as her bac

his index finger inside her, feeling how we

r cut open outfit, exposing beautiful C cup breasts with p

tearing apart her pussy that was always so tight, no matter what he did to

ittle louder. He sque

qu

against her clit, he began to fuck her missionary style. Her pus

g wetter and wetter for him and he knew she was enjoying it. It took all of h

to turn his eyes away from her beautiful tits, which were bouncing in circular motions. Still, h

she moa

pussy contracted one more time as she squeezed his coc

ck completely inside her and let his clima

her pussy all over him. The warm sensation forced him to cum, each pulse

from the coffee table. He sat back,

owards him again, clothes still ripped, an