Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
“Please! Stop! I came, I came! Please!” I heard you screaming in panic as the second orgasm bubbled from the head of your cock, and I showed no signs of stopping. The loud buzz of the wand kept its steady pace as you thrashed against the straps I’d used to tie you down—one around your chest, one tight over your hips, and two down your legs. My head cocked as I pushed the bulbous tip of the wand squarely into your balls, and my other hand pulled the prostate massager nearly out of your ass.
“And you’re going to cum again,” I spoke softly, feeling no need to yell over your demands. With a slow twist of my hand, I fed the prostate toy back into your clenching ass and grinned as your back bowed. “And again. And again.”
I love it when there are lightning storms. So much fun stuff to do in the storm. Perfect time to get close cuddle and of course face fucked. While watching movies of course or making my own. When I hear that thunder crack in the sky and the lightning flash with each moment getting closer I rush inside. Once I am inside I grab all my flashlights, candles and blankets. As soon as I grabbed all the flash lights and candles bang a loud cracking sound and then complete darkness. Looks like the storm shut all my electricity off again. Then, a soft light glows from the candles I just lit even better to set the mood.
This post is for the Coach. Just because your the teacher or leader of how to play the game does not mean you get to play with the referee. We don’t play we judge and are here to call out your bad moves. So let me coach you on a few things. I learned to stay on the side lines of the game because I’m not a player I don’t need to play to win. Players have to put in practice and practice to test their skills against others and hope that they are better.
Who can busta move? Well don’t be shy let’s see it. Me? Oh I love dancing. Normally in my room with my stripper pole. I think pole dancing is so sexy. When the body gets nice hot and sweaty. Wrapping my legs tightly around the pole so its rubbing against my clit. Slowly sliding down until my 7 inch high-heels slap the ground make a *click click* noise. Then, while standing up having my ass high in the air taunting anyone who sees, making them wish they could just give me one good open hand slap on my ass. Ya, you know it that’s the type of dancing I do.
Deep down under there are some monsters hiding in all of us. Some are bigger and scarier than others. Well others are silent and well camouflaged. I learned to face them head on each and every one. Truthfully I love seeing the monsters in people I think it is hot. That dark side people try to hard to keep hidden. That is the part I try so hard to pull out of you and to see for myself. Why? Now that is a very good question, but it gets me all frisky, my pussy wet, my adrenaline pumping.
