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Crossing the line
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I find myself sat at the computer more and more recently just browsing online shops for the sluttiest clothing I can find. I get so turned on at the thought of being caught and blackmailed for wearing one of the outfits. I love the feel of the lace and silk as it cradles my cock and balls and the contrast between the warmth and softness of the panties and the little wet spots where my precum is pouring out. Even in work I want to just taste each drop.
I also got several dildos and buttplugs too, the feeling as my ass milks the buttplug deep in my ass, while I take the realistic veiny dildo as deep as I can in my mouth. Letting the balls at the base rest against my chin as I gag on the glorious sensation of being filled.
I wish I could be restrained in one of my costumes as my dick is teased, keeping me bordering on the edge and needing release.
My new catsuit arrived today and I had to try it immediately. The feeling as the faux leather slid up my leg and gripped my tight is a feeling I will savour. Seeing myself spread open in my catsuit as my biggest dildo rubbed around the entrance to my ass, all I wanted was to be fucked, have someone claw down my back; trying to get their nails in as deep as their dick. I stood above the dildo and lowered myself in a squat, my tight ass parting as the weight of my body helped push the dildo in deeper, until I hit bottom. Then I started bouncing up and down, riding the plastic dick as I pictured being taken this way. Having their hands running over my leather covered ass, helping me maintain speed, telling me I am a useless fuck slut and my only use is a cock sleeve. Feeling my saliva pour out of my mouth through the ring gag, lost in desire and lust. Then when they are finished being hogtied with a buttplug in my ass and dildo stuck in my mouth till they want to use me again.
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Posted on : May 25, 2017
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