Steve-O Snapchat's Profile

Languages: español

Location: Atlntico, Colombia

Interested In: Men

Steve-O Snapchat - Watch her get a good view of her bent over the counter.

She's probably pissed, now, wondering who's gonna pay her next." You smile, while at the same time you begin, delicately yet with the same teasing pride I had before, to lift her dress up over her head. She recoils as you begin to rush your hands to the top of her stocking, reaching for one of the satin straps. You feel her shudder at the sudden sting, and again you know why she's here. "You're not wearing anything underneath," you tell her. She frowns, but doesn't say anything. You can see that her smile is more of a reflection of her pleasure than of anger. "Well, well," you tell her, as you twist one of the straps. She opens her hands to pull your hand away, but your hand still remains bound. She turns her head to the side, and then moves her head as though the wind was a different person. You catch the sidelight as you drive your hand against her cheek, and again you're surprised by how hard she grinds her teeth. You see her face soften a little, and then you know why. "Tough love," you think to yourself, "but I'm sure it's a lovely contrast between the pain you cause and the light glistening off your smooth skin. Isn't that the most wonderful of pleasures?" As you raise your hand toward her slightly, she leans over and pushes you away.

"No, dear. It's no good having a handle on what's a girl. I don't want your kind but with me you can have whatever you want." The hand moves gently against the smooth skin of her breast. She moans a little and rises up on her toes, turning toward you. You feel her down there, too, gentle, sensitive, trusting. A little upset, but nothing unusual. She had a very small penis, probably only a little over two inches long, and as it grows in your brief encounter you find that it grows even larger. You begin to circle it, and then draw it out, gently rolling it back and forth until it stands out proudly, curling into a ball in your hand. "Thank you, Steve-O Snapchat," she says, and you shake your head. "You couldn't have asked for a more exciting fantasy. I can't wait to see what these men will come up with next." She leans down a little farther, and you feel her lick your cheek, the back of her hand, and you can smell her anticipation. You smile. A little disappointed, but then it doesn't take long for her to start back up the driveway, and you're soon sweating and panting, when the doorbell sounds. "Hi," a very suave voice says, and you're surprised to feel the effects of the big day's work.

She smiles at you, then looks you directly in the eyes. "I really appreciate the job you've done," she says, her tone husky, her ache not only in confidence, but in raw emotion as well. "But there's something I can't. You know." Her hand slides down to the zip of her dress, and it touches the back of her knee, but she shakes her head, and you can't help but let out a little startled gasp. "Don't worry," she says, planting a sensuous kiss on the inside of your thigh. "It's nothing." She steps back, and hunches slightly, as if she was just trying to get you to move quickly. You feel a little unsettled, but you quickly make your way out of the house and down to the alley. It's filled with pedestrians and running water. She smiles a mischievous little smile and then, leaning down, she kisses you on the top of the head, sending a loud HE-HOAI, across your whole forehead, and down to the junction of your ear, and to your hair, where she waves it over your ear. "Hey, honey!" she exclaims. "I said you could call in sick for work today! Why don't you go put on that tunic and a leather strap and bring them to me, Steve-O Snapchat?" You put on the belt and the leather and go to fetch the three-foot leather strap. When you get it down to the floor, she smiles a wicked little smile and then stands up, holds the belt to your chin, and with a smile, says, "The sick as well as the healthy can wear clothes for half an hour, or I'll kill you." You smile back at her, and as a consequence you're suddenly a little nervous, not knowing what exactly will happen next. You find that the starting place for the whole thing is just as it should be, nowhere near as dangerous as you might think..

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