インディアン ファック と フェイシャル

Well… About the old you.” “Don’t sweat it. The past is the past.” “I know, but I should’ve never been angry with you in the first place. It was never your fault.” Big Tits “I wasn’t totally blameless either.” “Let’s just promise each other to always be honest with each other. No more secrets,” I say. “Deal, no more secrets.” Once again our lips touch as we pull each other close into the other’s embrace. After getting lost in each other’s kiss, I turn off the lights and pull out the covers. I pull I hope you enjoyed the story. Please leave any questions, feedback or whatever in the comment section below. Also give it your honest rating. Check out my other stories. They’re all related. Check out my profile as well! It’s got a link and stuff. It's a big day ahead, Cylvan mused in her mind as the young feline therian inspected her naked body in the mirror. She made sure all of her recent body piercings were still in place properly. The studs in her nipples with the U-shaped hoops and the small golden heart shaped padlock in her clitoris were especially tender, being the newest and just over a day old, and left a dull pain, but exactly the kind that the girl found a strange satisfaction and pleasure from. They were the markings of her tall, beautiful, red-haired Mistress, Rosalyn Elliott, the key to the pad lock always worn around Rosalyn's neck, and her initials engraved on the piece of jewellery along with the outlines of a rose. There were other piercings across her body, the most striking were the rows of shining steel hoops pierced into the flesh with silken ribbons lashed between them in an elaborate weave. This morning they were deep red, complimenting her pink fur, but Cylvan would be replacing them with black for the events later on. The corset piercings ran Deep throat along her sides all the way from under arms, over her hips, and down the sides of her thighs, stopping just above the knees. Two more sets went down her back on either side of her spine with a gap down the middle. Another along the insides of each thigh, on the front of her shins, and the whole length of both arms, ending on the back of her hands. A much smaller and more delicate set of corset piercings was also on her groin just above her pussy, the small hoops arrayed in a V-shape and the area filled with another elaborate weave of fine red silk. Those were a few months old by then, and while it left her skin sensitive all over her body, they were healed. She stared at her own breasts in the mirror, not particularly large, but perky and supple. She hefted each tit, one and then the other, before giving a squeeze together and pushing them both up against her chest as the chain dangling between her dark pink and pierced nipples tinkled and chimed. Cylvan wasn't particularly self conscious of her bust, but she had some envy for her beloved Mistress's ample bosom. She thought about how large and full they were, and the pleasing view whenever she indian wore anything that showed cleavage. She smiled as she thought again about how soft they were to lay her head down and sleep on as well. She occasionally wondered what it would be like to have a chest that big, or possibly even bigger. Rosalyn's preparations started a day earlier already, soon after taking her pet kitten to get her newest piercings done and marking her as Rosalyn's pet. She was amazed to see how different she now looked. She started giggling and pushing him back. “Sometimes... you just need the guy to Big Tits seize you and make you admit you want him.” She turned her head and flashed me a smile. The applause behind Rosalyn's back put a wide grin on her face and she knew she'd given them the best show they'd have for a indian long while. No, this is Tera. O shit do it make me cum.* I start slobbering and sucking his throbbing fat dick with all I have. "Oh hell no! I'm Deep throat not going to let you get away with that." From now on, you sleep in my bed”. “It’s Davies…Scarlett Ann Davies.” She looked over her shoulder at her husband and said, “Take me like this.