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Even after this year with him, I don’t think we have touched a quarter of the list. Back to the present as my Master is stilling in his chair, his bulge already showing and his hands holding a paddle. We both know it’s coming but he always makes me wait. I feel it’s all part of his plan. After I think the longest ten minutes of my life my Master tells me to stand. I do straight away with my hands behind my back and boobs pushed out. He stands by one of the dining room chairs and demands I come over. I stand by it and he orders me to lean over it. I do of course but as I do I notice the straps on the legs. Master takes his time in tying me to the chair. My legs to the back legs and my hands to the top of the front legs. My boobs are hanging down and my nipples still rock hard. My bare bum is sticking out and I’m sure my pussy is going to drip on the floor soon. Master walks around me and inspects his handiwork, inspects his slut. His fingers are caressing over my back slowly and. I also knew that I would accept that, as long as she would still be my Mistress. I spread her wet pink pussy lips while she squatted down on his huge cockhead, which I positioned with my left hand for her. I knew that my wedding ring was now recorded with my hand guiding that massive cock into her waiting pussy.‘Unghh, unghh, UNGHHH! It’s so big! I’ve never felt so full before!’I held his cock as she slowly slipped it further and further into her tight pussy until eventually, there was no room for my hand any more. He was gently licking and tugging her nipples with his tongue and lips as he handed the camera to me. She soon had his whole cock stuffed up into her and she began to slowly slide up and down on it. Even through the small viewscreen of the camera, it was quite obvious that her large clit was fully erect and was rubbing his belly at the bottom of each stroke.‘Ohhhhhhhhh, this is really a special experience,’ she sighed. The sight of her with all of that cock in her combined.
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