Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

It’s been forever since I went to a proper salon to get my hair done. Normally, I buy a box of color and go at it myself. Probably because I love the anxiety of not knowing how it will turn out. Today, however, I wanted to be pampered. I was longing for someone to scrub their fingers in my hair while lathering the shampoo. Then using that warm, clean water to rinse it clean.

The place was empty. Just one tall, muscular man who didn’t look like he knew a thing about hair was waiting when I stepped in. “I’d like a cut and color.” I smiled and he looked me up and down.

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“Of course. Come on back and have a seat.” His hand brushed my lower back as he guided me to the chair. I sat and he draped a smock over me. It covered my body and I leaned back into the headrest of the chair, feeling more secure being hidden underneath it. With my eyes closed, I heard a firm clicking sound and then another.

My wrists had been cuffs over the armrests. I struggled hard and yelled to be let free but the big man only laughed and reclined the back of the chair. As if he were going to actually wash my head as I had intended. He yanked his dick from his pants and stood over my head. His cock top pushing at my lips. “Open up bitch.”

I shook my head but he gripped my nose in a tight squeeze. I couldn’t breathe unless I opened my mouth. When I did, he shoved himself inside and moaned in pleasure. I couldn’t help it, I was getting wet from him forcing himself down my throat. I began to suck instead of struggle and he petted my head. “That’s it. Good girl, just like that.”

 

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357