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Technoerotic: chapter II: The Poetry of slavery.

Date: 7/21/2017, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, First Time, Author: crow0, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

flooding her vagina with a stream of thick semen. She felt how the fluids inside her cunt were searching for a way to drip out. Meanwhile her master stroked her non human, unnaturally smooth cheeks. She felt his fingers on her face and the smell of her own pussy. She kissed his hands, worn and experienced over time. Mr K looked deep into Aiko`s violet eyes, and she stared at his, extending them to resolutions which were incredible for humans. Just his sight, not even a touch making her warm, she felt inside and outside of her body. She looked at his face. He had gray, slicked back hair already fading, and hazy dreamy eyes. His face was covered by a net of wrinkles. Which was precisely calculated and updated by her. It was like a labyrinth for her, a place in which she wanted to loose herself. The next recording was inside the house, Mr K. in spacious interior, high, domed ceiling and bright, luminous even walls with Renaissance paintings hanging on them, symmetrically spaced. Aiko stood in the middle, between huge sculptures of human titans. Combed just beautiful, black (true!) hair. Not seen him, but she knew that he was in the back. Her lord, yes, Mr. K - Lord. He stood back, exactly where she felt that he was standing, dressed only in a loose, white robe. Took in her scent. Put his tired face in her neck. She felt his handcovering the hips. Belonged entirely to him, was his puppet, his sweet little whore. Was constructed on his request, according to his precise ... guidelines. The man licked her ears, neck, lips and caressed her neck, but did not allow her to turn back. It excited her when she felt his control. The most convenient she felt when K was commanding her and used her to fulfill his own fantasies. Sometimes the old man ordered her to squat over his head and put his mouth into her wet womb. She was in his power, he could just hold her in this position for hours, and she, in spite of the discharged battery and tired synthetic fibers of her long legs. She was frozen in that position which her master wants to see her. This was the only thing that mattered for her in her simple, mathematical calculated wishes. She also recorded when he was entering her pussy and she replayed it several times.He entered deep into her pussy and at the same time his fingers were rubbing her clitoris. She reached orgasms this way many times, but it did not matter, this were just mechanical reactions. Aiko depended mainly on his satisfaction. Sometimes she was spreading shamelessly as she could in front of him, so that at least he glanced between her legs to feel even hitting his eyes on the ever-hungry pussy and anus. Another time she turned lasciviously, thrown out and opened her asshole as wide as she could, and he took her anally. She knew that he liked it. He took her home, and in his beautiful, flowery garden where they walked together so many times. He walked in front and she modestly behind, carrying his drinks or personal belongings. She was his faithful ...