Unable to use your hands, your mouth is at my will to make you do what I want with it. “Stop,” I say, to which you were listening and don’t stop. Xnx “Very well,” I say, which brings forth a giddy squeal and a kiss from you. “I’m sorry sir, 3,” you say, trying to stay relaxed, SMACK. “5,” SMACK, “6,” SMACK, “7,” SMACK, “8,” SMACK, “9,” SMACK, “10” I don’t smack you on 10, instead I sit you up, and sit in front of you, pulling your face to look me in the eyes. Head pulled back, tits pressed against the window, legs spread with your hands still bound to your thighs, is quite a vision for your neighbors.
