Madura’s Finest Slut

He nodded as his fingers dug into the space between the collar and my tender skin and moved closer; his face a mere inch from my own. Amateur porn He walked around behind me and knelt down. I held myself in kneel pose until my Master finally came down the stairs with a shopping bag in his hand. After several more meals and a few baths Master arrived and ordered me into eat position. I quickly reached the edge of orgasm and my masturbating hand flew up to my right udder, squeezing it hard as I tried to calm my body. He loomed over me, staring down at my little exposed body, dominating the space between us. Although I was grateful that I now had a way to initiate communication with my Master, it turned out that I didn’t need to. Go ahead and try it.”
I took my hands off my tits and twisted my little body back and forth causing the bells to swing; the ringing echoing throughout the room as I did. It was one of the rare times he allowed me to actually stand upright in his presence. I enjoyed licking my food bowl clean for my Master’s entertainment and I even found myself reveling in the act of peeing in front of him as it gave me a chance to

Madura’s Finest Slut

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