The expression on the Headmistress’ face says so much. Her attention isn’t drawn to the wonderfully reddened cheeks of her ward—it’s drawn upward, with a look of restrained surprise. The youngster doesn’t believe that she has truly learned her lesson, and she has requested further spankings.
The strange exposure implies movement or age. As if this were a memento of an orgy from a time before mine. She has pulled her undoubtedly tight pussy off of his cock, her legs shaking with the force of an orgasm. Her warmth is replaced by the inviting heat of another man’s mouth. This is the life: his single eye looking towards the camera smiles at us.
The discreet pulling down of leggings/hose while the dress is still on. Nothing is more inviting to me.
I feel like boredom isn’t what is being conveyed here. She’s not uninterested in the sweaty fuck going on next to her—she’s simply hydrating before her turn on his cock.
Dehydration is the enemy of many the group sex party.
Wars have been fought, industry has crumbled, and minds have twisted themself into insanity over asses like that. And she knows it.
Serenity, understanding, or simply her skin quaking with the pleasure of the act?
She’ll get back to you on that.
They had walked the park after dusk, mildly teasing one another with a kiss here, a nibble there.
Alas, when they did find the secluded, darkened backside of the bleachers, they were without condom.
Luckily, adventurous couples are excellent at improvisation.
There’s a level of defiance in her gaze. She agreed to be sub to her Dominant. They even signed papers to this effect. But when she was shackled and tied to the park bench, she wasn’t going to give up so easily.
If she was going to be broken in, it would be on her terms. Funny how the power exchange works.
With that single gaze: “I will be everything you command me to be: meek cocksucker, the whore of your fantasies who takes the degradation you give with an eagerness that you can’t help but daydream about. But you’ll have to earn it.”
