Location: Nairobi Province, Kenya
Interested In: Men
Who could be more eager to penetrate and suck than she is at this moment, stumbling through her semi-conscious haze of lust? It starts off slow, a sequence of several slow kisses followed by that dreamy swoosh of a man's hot breath on a webcam. After his brief kiss to the point of no return, she looks down and says, in a weak of voice, “My God, you are beautiful.” “I am, Mistress.” “Then proceed” “as quickly as you possibly can” “but hurry” “Next time you will come first” “and give it to me on a first date” Though his commanding tone is effective, she is by no means slow. Her mind wanders over the fractal nature of her orgasm, and she feels the familiar stirring beneath her feet. She stops and gasps, startled by the wetness that has gathered around her bare pussy, and wipes it up with the back of her hand. She falls forward onto the bed. “You’d be amazed at the cleavages of cleavage that can be achieved with just a few simple strokes of a sex toy” she breathes in a quiet “believe me, you’d be amazed at the perversion of pleasure that can flow from a mere piece of gear.” “Do you think I would enjoy anything less than that, “ she whispers “I think you would.” Before she can respond, a lean, beady female voice replies “I do, Mistress.” “Then give me back my pleasure,” the trancelike tone in her voice causes a high, nervous brow to lift from her face. “Perhaps I will, but if you’d like to take things further, you may still indulge me.” Her body twitches and quivers at the anticipation. “And by the way, you will only give me back my desire” she teases.
“Is that all?” “No, I want more.” “Then I shall have my fun.” The conversation is rapid-fire, her hands never leaving her side. She feels a warm smoothness of air on her upper back, and she gasps at the sudden, intense pain that flashes across her flesh. Before she can regain her bearings, the door to the dark room opens. She knows he is in it, and she gasps again as he pushes open the door to enter. “My sweet pet,” the faint English accent seems to welcome her, but it is so thick in her throat that she cannot make out the words. He is smiling down at her, though she can see his eyes burning with a deadly intensity. “I've waited for this” he says in a gentle, longing tone. “For the longest time I've had a fantasy about you.” “Yes, Master!” she says, her body starting to tremble, “A fantasy built on trust and desire.” “I’d love to,” he says. “But I don’t want to,” she says, almost nervously.
“Trust me,” he says, nearly as an afterthought. “Please.” “Trust me with your life.” “Thank you,” she gasps. “And your soul?” “Yes, Master.” “And your mind?” “Yes, Master.” “When you’d committed that I might as well go home and sleep in my room tonight and come back in a week's time?” “No.” “I will watch you.” “Good.” He turns and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. She waits, trembling, and waits. She thinks back to the dinner that they shared, the small talk that they shared, the delicious dessert he made her, the sinful music she listened to on headphones, the way her body revolved around him, moaning and writhing in desire. She remembers the music, the lights, the swoosh of the clouds, the rain that seemed to move throughout the sky suddenly growing heavier and heavier until she thought it would render her immobile. “I owe you a new set of clothes,” he says, his voice thundered in the thunder, “a new set of panties”. “I did as you asked,” she smiles, “as long as you obey”..
She sounded kind older on the phone when scout master comes in.
I verbally explain a little about myself along with about 7 guys one afternoon.
As is tradition, she repays him by slobbering her tongue all over her face Pachina is fucking her lover while licking his nipples, but she needs to show she's qualified.