Je baise une salope sur Marseille

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17cm13000 1 year ago

Salope

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stecis83 3 years ago

je serai ravi de la baiser, merci

polie75 3 years ago

elle me rappel une algérienne grosse salope sur panama, elle baise tt la soirée, a faire tourné

creamy84 4 years ago

me ferais bien baiser par toi.

etalon_arabe 5 years ago

fais tourner

juanfor 5 years ago

Une salope sur Marseille, c'est un pleonasme. Il faut juste dire : Une marseillaise. Toutes les marseillaises sont des salopes donc...

Kurt pulled her to her feet and told her to keep still. He unhooked the wrist restraints from the thigh restraints and connected her wrists together behind her back. Then he carefully removed the chain from each clamp and replaced it with a lead weight on each nipple. This immediately got my wife’s attention as she struggled to keep still. Kurt reminded her that she would get used to it if she gave it a moment. Her bull starting taking photos again and she stood there a good minute until Kurt picked something up from the cupboard and knelt down in front of her, he told her to part her legs and expertly fitted another clamp on to my wife’s swollen and sensitive clitoris and then unceremoniously added a weight to that too. She was actually crying when he finished fitting it. Her bull still snapping pictures told her to get a grip on herself, it wasn’t meant to hurt just torment. She held herself firmly and tried to relax into the pain she was obviously feeling.

I was far from happy about this it wasn’t what this was supposed to be about, I started to protest but one look from her bull was enough to shut me up. My wife’s pleading eyes met mine once or twice as she tried to get her feelings under control. She knew I would not be able to stop anything and they would only treat her worse if I tried, but I didn’t miss the look of anger I got from her because of my inability to help. Kurt led her over to the foot of the bed and bent her forward and clipped her collar to the ironwork with a small chain. There was my wife, gagged; hands tied behind her back, bent over, rear end totally vulnerable with 3 weights hanging below her from her most sensitive private parts. It was obvious to me that she was about to get fucked and that action would send those weights into a frenzy of tugs and yanks on her already tender nipples and clit. Sure enough Kurt stepped up behind her and entered her in one thrust. She cried out as they slapped together and the weights tugged at her. As indeed she did on every stroke for the next few minutes.

As he fucked with longer harder strokes I noticed that he had his thumb up her ass. He suddenly stopped and pulled his cock out of her sodden cunt and wiped it up and down her ass crack, relived that the weights had stopped moving my wife let out a sigh which was replaced by a another stifled cry as he grabbed his cock and forced his knob end into my wife’s ass. She tried to wriggle and got smacked for her trouble. Kurt said he was having her ass and there was nothing she could do about it my wife’s complaints were in comprehensible but clearly she didn’t want him to do that. Her bull sorted it out in a moment by telling her, that he had promised Kurt he could have her ass first because he was a good loyal friend and his cock was smaller than his own so it wouldn’t hurt too much first time. He told her to stop resisting and help him have it. My wife knew better than to defy her bull and gave in gracefull