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getsuswet:

assgoodasitgets:

Ass good as it gets

-Illianna

getsuswet:

assgoodasitgets:

Ass good as it gets

-Illianna

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perfectlytwistd:

Pretty..

perfectlytwistd:

Pretty..

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perfectlytwistd:

Pretty..

perfectlytwistd:

Pretty..

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Now taking requests

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diaryofasubfreak:

like how her arm is tied behind her leg

diaryofasubfreak:

like how her arm is tied behind her leg

2 years ago | 126 notes | Permalink

Ophelia sat on the cold wooden seat. She couldn’t help squirming now. This was new to her every fibre of her being was screaming for her to just get up pick up her panties and walk out. That’d be the sensible thing to do but she’d be damned if her pussy wasn’t disagreeing with her most most strongly.
She was wet.
Being watched sitting. Her ass bare. Pussy exposed.
The events that led her there were, now a distant memory. Now the only thing that existed was the knot in her stomach and the hunger. She wanted it. So bad.
She wasn’t allowed to touch, it was torture.
If her hands were her own to command her fingers would be wrapped in her pussy lips, hips grinding. She was starting to zone out a bit. Feeling almost light headed as the anticipation turned to desperation. She couldn’t wait anymore for someone to tear her blue and black top off, bend her over and plunge there cock deep in her aching cunt.
Her squirming became more noticable and she felt almost giddy now. As the largest of the three gentlemen rudely pressed his hard cock against her lips.
She really hoped that the gentleman wouldn’t be too…
Gentle

Ophelia sat on the cold wooden seat. She couldn’t help squirming now. This was new to her every fibre of her being was screaming for her to just get up pick up her panties and walk out. That’d be the sensible thing to do but she’d be damned if her pussy wasn’t disagreeing with her most most strongly.

She was wet.

Being watched sitting. Her ass bare. Pussy exposed.

The events that led her there were, now a distant memory. Now the only thing that existed was the knot in her stomach and the hunger. She wanted it. So bad.

She wasn’t allowed to touch, it was torture.

If her hands were her own to command her fingers would be wrapped in her pussy lips, hips grinding. She was starting to zone out a bit. Feeling almost light headed as the anticipation turned to desperation. She couldn’t wait anymore for someone to tear her blue and black top off, bend her over and plunge there cock deep in her aching cunt.

Her squirming became more noticable and she felt almost giddy now. As the largest of the three gentlemen rudely pressed his hard cock against her lips.

She really hoped that the gentleman wouldn’t be too…

Gentle

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