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what-daddy-wants:

hometownhorror:

I think I may have wore my new plaything out. She hasn’t made a peep at all since last night’s session.

Oh this so much. I so want to take my little for a vacation at a cabin in the woods where we would play “Kidnapped and abused”. An entire weekend filled with uninterrupted play, never dropping character, never having to worry about the noise disturbing people who will call the cops. Just hour after hour of hedonistic fun. What do you think Jordan, does this sound like fun to you?

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micoba:

Little Tammy was a contract capture. The man who had paid for that sweet pair of tits had been taken for a ride by the young harlot. He’d only had one night with his investment before she moved out, along with a travel bag full of valuable items.

It was time for her to return home, pay her dues and then some. It would be a two day trip to get her back to Florida, but their employer had told them that he didn’t mind a bit of backseat hanky-panky as long as they didn’t use her mouth.

"That lying tongue is mine. Enjoy the rest."

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micoba:

She rode back to the gang’s compound with her new owner. Her wrists were cuffed to the bike’s frame, her ankles tied to the footrests and his cock .. His cock was out and shoved deep into her ass, her body weight, the tilt of the seat and the slipperiness between her thighs forcing her down on it without relief. It was communicating each bump in the dirt road and the vibrations of the engine directly up her spine and back down into her sore cunt, still oozing the fruits of his rough claiming by the roadside, next to her broken-down car.She was Skunk’s bitch now and he let her know it right from the beginning.

micoba:

She rode back to the gang’s compound with her new owner.

Her wrists were cuffed to the bike’s frame, her ankles tied to the footrests and his cock ..

His cock was out and shoved deep into her ass, her body weight, the tilt of the seat and the slipperiness between her thighs forcing her down on it without relief.

It was communicating each bump in the dirt road and the vibrations of the engine directly up her spine and back down into her sore cunt, still oozing the fruits of his rough claiming by the roadside, next to her broken-down car.

She was Skunk’s bitch now and he let her know it right from the beginning.