Sapphic Nights With Thick, Creamy Cocks Hvh054

She had crossed the
line into a zone where pain is pleasure, and agony is ecstasy. Then he gave her a slow massage alternating between soft
stroking of the skin and hard kneading of the muscles. The ceiling
varied in height from less than a meter to over seven meters in the
center. As she had only sandals on her feet, she held
the railing tightly as she went down, but it too was wet and slippery. She felt fresh and alive while experiencing for the
first time the joys of submission. The stairs were damp. She was naked but for the
cross. Never would she have attempted this on her own. It read exactly 6:40. The essence of her soul was wide open to him. She could
see far up the entry road but there were no cars coming in. Her fears evaporated as she climbed
down. She felt like a Queen who was
in service to her King, her Lord and absolute Master. After many months of searching Nancy met with a Dom from
the States. Yet even her pleading, her begging and crying, was
pleasurable. And on this morning their ability to
penetrate above the thick carpet of fog gives them an almost mystical
appearance. She
followed it to the center where she finally met up with her Master who
was standing there waiting for her.