You’re going to strip. Mom xxx She’d fucked her boyfriend many times but he wasn’t all that adventurous and stuck to simple positions that had her on her back or on her knees. His left arm and shoulder were covered with tribal designs down just past his elbow. It didn’t keep him from bending her over and his gaze from admiring the way that the high cheeked panties cupped the curves of her round ass. His right arm bore a skeleton perched on a motorcycle, a cigarette clutched between its teeth. She screamed out, her cry muffled by the gag. Please.” She quickly remembered that she was to call him Sir or Master. The leather edge dug into her wrists even though the insides were lined with soft fleece. He tightened the strap behind
