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  • She saw her first cock in high-definition detail, wide eyes taking it in upon her screen. In videos and pictures, she found women with breasts even larger than her own, giving her a certain sense of security in knowing she wasn't the only one in the world who was so extremely endowed. As she continued to browse, she had homed in on the things that turned her on most, finding them from amid the limitless spectrum of debauchery available online. Certain fetishes attracted her over and over, slowly sticking to her growing sexuality and becoming integral parts of it. Unsurprisingly, these kinks had all focused heavily upon her breasts. It was time to reposition again. Knowing her routine by heart, Jennifer felt a faint sense of trepidation, fully expecting this pose to be the hardest 40 seconds of her day. Straightening up, she carefully moved her entire body into a long vertical line, arms upraised and legs together. Then, precariously balancing on one foot, she tilted her torso forward and one leg back, until her entire body was a lopsided 'T' shape with her pelvis forming the juncture. The position made the wet fabric of her yoga pants rub up against her pantiless pussy, and her heavy breasts threatened to pull her off balance as they hung. Her supporting leg trembled, making her chest jiggle and causing little waves of pain to move through her, which in turn sent shivers of arousal up her spine. Jennifer let herself begin to moan as she held the pose, softly and repetitively, focusing on the throbbing in her chest and pussy. A current of pain and pleasure sparked between them like negative and positive terminals on a battery, surging with each beat of her heart. It was impossible to count how many times over her life she'd cum to a video of breast abuse, watching a girl with tits like hers getting them beaten and bruised, pierced or cut, whipped or tied. Some of this she'd carefully tried on herself while alone. These experiments had quickly lead her to discover something about herself, a revelation that appeared in her mind as she choked on cries of pain, tears running down her cheeks while she came harder than she ever had in her life. While she'd known she was a masochist almost as soon as she'd found BDSM porn, she'd learned cumshot that hurting her tits turned her on like nothing else. Perhaps because of the sexual attention they garnered, her breasts had become something obscene in her mind, a nexus for all her perverted desires and feelings. As she explored her masochism more and more, Jennifer slowly became fascinated with the idea of being mistreated because of her huge tits, addressed and used like some sex toy instead of a person. Though she'd refrained from relationships, she found that she loved the idea of being someone's slut, worth no more than the pleasure her body could give. In her fantasies, her breasts marked her for what she was, and were a focal point of any degradation and mistreatment at the hands of her master. When she was feeling particularly horny and experimental, she'd write filthy things on them in marker, or practice giving submissive titjobs to one of her dildos, spitting onto her cleavage for lubrication. Finally reaching the count of forty, Jennifer let her trembling body relax out of the torturous posture. A small whine escaped her lips as she placed her back foot against the ground once more, forming an upside-down 'V' with her legs. The shift of weight had made her chest throb, but it was nothing compared to the pain that ran through her when she next moved, twisting her torso to the side and spreading her arms. One hand touched her forward foot, the other trembling arm pointed up towards the ceiling. As her breasts had gone from hanging straight down to hanging almost sideways, they'd bounced against each other, sending such an ache of agony through Jennifer that she almost collapsed. Even more exciting than either of her earlier fetishes, however, was a more recent sexual fascination. After graduating from college, Jennifer had reconnected with an old friend. The young woman had already started a family, and though Jennifer had different plans for her own life, she didn't masturbation necessarily disapprove. She'd played with the cute baby, endured some breastfeeding jokes from her friend's husband, and latina spent a week doing some babysitting to let the newlyweds have some alone time. Around that time, she had started lactating. This had concerned her slightly, along with evoking other, more complicated emotions. Looking it up online, she'd found that exposure to a newborn baby could make some women lactate, a supposed sympathetic response brought on by pheromones. 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Her gaze lingering on Robert’s closed door. “Can I kiss you?” I stammered. was rinsed off, and moisturizer was lightly rubbed in, before being rinsed Cindy loved strapon fucking Nina up the ass,( the bitch was always sucking & fucking her husband & she took no mercy on her slut mother as she drilled her like a piston) . As Rocky unleashed a big load of cum in Gina's cunt he had Denise eat the creampie. "I wanna see how good it is. I want a go" masturbation she said into my ear, tugging on my wrist. Nothing from the deli today.” Fuck me hard!... “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” she responded with her back still turned to me while she continued latina her cleanup of the kitchen. She fought to remain cumshot still, hoping Trish wouldn't notice her arousal. The boy’s eyes go wide, struck with awe at the extravagance of the suite. Yes she was living a life of luxury compared to previously but it soon became clear that her husband was an oafish boar who didn't love her at all, instead he wanted his own personal whore on hand for his perverted lusts without having to big leave the house. I know Henry doesn’t permit alcohol. It was one of the most disgusting and simultaneously one of the hottest things Henry had ever seen. “Give our man the most amount of pleasure you can!” She squeezed her tits hard. He spent his afternoon between the legs of half the cheer squad.
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