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AfroerotiK |
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Gold Member |
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Dame |
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| Website Address http://AfroerotiK.femdommesociety.com |
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ID Number :
14060 |
| 15178 Total Hits |
707 Monthly Hits |
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40190 Points (monthly)
98406 Points (total) |
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Greetings Femdomme Society "
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| Stats |
I am a :
Female Lifestyle Dominant
City :
North East
State / Province :
Maryland
Country :
United States
Date of Birth :
September 21, 1966
Height :
5ft 10in
Body Type :
Slim
Hair Color :
Black
Eye Color :
Black
Ethnicity :
Black/African Descent
Drink :
Yes
Smoke :
No
Occupation :
Other
Orientation :
Bi-sexual
Interests :
Breath Play, CBT, Chastity Devices, Collar & Lead/Leash, Corporal Punishment, Cross Dressing, Humiliation, Sissification, Strap-on Play, Watersports
In Lifestyle Since :
1998
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| About me |
A little facesitting never hurt anyone
He hovered somewhere between consciousness and ecstasy. His senses were deprived and he was overwhelmed with the sensation of wanting to gasp for air along with the intense feelings in his throbbing cock. I had lowered my full weight on him and was making myself comfortable for a long ride. And what a ride it was. My full ebony ass shielded his vision and my full weight prevented much movement on his part.
The slippery folds of my pussy coated his face with juices as his tongue and jaw ached from trying his best to pleasure me. I masturbated myself back and forth at times, rubbing his nose from my engorged clit to my rank, hot, musky asshole; the sexy scent of my dark cunt a stark contrast to the shitty aroma of my asshole. Don’t be fooled. He loved it; he loved every second of sweet torture.
Occasionally, I would raise myself up to give him a brief second of reprieve. For that instant, his eyes would be flooded with light, he would gasp for air like a man drowning and he would feel the cool air revive him. But rather than being the sensation he craved, he longed to feel the warmth and security of the weight of his beautiful Black Domme as he teetered near the edge of suffocation and orgasm. I taunted him, teased him, asking him if he could take more. I began bouncing up and down, aroused by the idea of having that much control over another human being, the power of life and death. Aroused that I could use his mouth and tongue for my pleasure with no regard for him at all.
His ears were covered by my legs, he could barely hear my moans but he knew that I was about to cum. He sensed the muscles in my legs tighten up and I was more aggressive with my gyrations. He was going to be crushed. The only thing that kept him alive was the fact that I was stroking his tiny, worthless, white cock, fisting him, milking him, masturbating him to a thunderous orgasm he would later be forced to eat. .
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