A Little Help With His Zipper
“Why, a pretty thing like you?”
“I’m sure we can find some sort of employment for you around here. Why, my zipper’s stuck this very moment, perhaps you can help me with that.”
Or perhaps that’s not what’s going on in this Hogtied.com photo. Maybe she’s just removing a bit of lint she noticed whilst kneeling and looking adoringly at him.
I’d love to be the one on my knees in that pic.
[…] A Little Help With His Zipper […]
Outstanding picture. I dream of being on my knees, naked, hands bound behind my back, servicing my new arab master. In his one hand is the leather strap he just used to whip me — there are red marks across my back — I screamed as he placed each stripe on me. In his other hand he holds a wad of my hair, bobbing my head back and forth at the rhythm he enjoys most. I wrap my tongue around him as best I can. I feel him getting bigger and harder, and I know that in just a few minutes he will fill my mouth with his juice — and I will swallow every drop. I love being here not for my own pleasure, but for him to celebrate is manhood. For he is my master, and I am a woman.
She has a nice round ass! I like having a mirror behind her so I can ogle a woman’s ass at the same time that i can see her face while she uses her mouth properly.