Dreamliner
Where it shakes
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I do prefer a slightly larger gauge Sally. The montgomery's are always sexy.
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I do prefer a slightly larger gauge Sally. The montgomery's are always sexy.
My very own nipple. In need of some attention. View attachment 2430373
Again! Nice to see youI’m at full attention
Tempting to tickle her feet and see the reactions
Can I pull on them with my teeth?My very own nipple. In need of some attention. View attachment 2430373
That's a fair bit of predicament bandage there! Are those lead weights or similar, attached to her nipples? The toe nipple connection is absolutely devious. It would be very important to monitor her and not leave her alone in thus set up.
It would be fun to rough those tits up with youI got a bit excited while scrolling a couple of mornings back and bruised my nipple while twisting and pulling
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love to see more like this, so much i could do with thatThis is definitely a different approach, meant for full display.
I like it!
I miss that frantic kind of young lust. Make out sessions that go on for hours. Looking down at him as he mauls my breast with his mouth and hands- amazed at his need and eagerness, flushed with arousal in that delicious feedback loop. Made even hotter by the naughtiness of being part exposed at the beach; the salt air and the sound of the surf mimicking the taste of salt on our skin, the thrum of my heart in my chest.
Your lovely thread reminds me... I have some E-STIM nipple clamps to try out when I get home again.I miss that frantic kind of young lust. Make out sessions that go on for hours. Looking down at him as he mauls my breast with his mouth and hands- amazed at his need and eagerness, flushed with arousal in that delicious feedback loop. Made even hotter by the naughtiness of being part exposed at the beach; the salt air and the sound of the surf mimicking the taste of salt on our skin, the thrum of my heart in my chest.