1. SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Author: 60ssexmoviechannel, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the dome of Boris Kropotnik's thick hearty, man cock. She traced circles and dots and triangles. Then, with her nipple still pinched between her fingers, she traced her nipple against his dick shaft all the way to the base. Using her nipple like an artist uses a brush, Tamara painted Boris' throbbing wick. She stuck her nipple under his corona and wiggled it. She straddled the man's legs and drew her feet up so that she could play with his beefy big balls between the soft pads of the soles. "Mmmmmm," Boris uttered softly. "More, yes, more." He was an insatiable satyr of a man... like all the men in this God forsaken place seemed to be... only he was worse because he was in charge here. He was in control. And that meant that Tamara had to kiss up to him and do exactly as he bade. Whatever he wanted tonight, he would get. All the treasures of her lithe, curvaceous body were to be his. She ran her nipples down either side of his dick, working them in tandem. At the same time, she licked his head in round, wet circles. The smacking noises were deafening. The smacking noises filled Boris' ears and made him content... if only for a moment. The most gorgeous captive he had ever had in his possession was under his complete power now. This, above everything else, made him happy. "More," he said, impatient to reach the heights of his arousal. "Worship my ass now. This is all well and good, but my ass is starving for some attention." Tamara swallowed hard and rolled the man over. The ...
    huge rounded mounds of his asshole poked up at her, lightly covered as they were with a fine thicket of dark, coiling hair. Tamara placed her tongue on one of the mounds. She bit him gently, but enough so that he felt the pressure of her teeth. "Ah, yes," he said, "just the right amount of pressure. I do so love a good ass lick... especially from one with a tongue so talented as yours." Boris Kropotnik meant every word of it. The girl's tongue was agile and muscular... like the rest of her. He admired her spirit, even, though he had immediately set out to break it. And now, he had successfully broken it. She was his toy now. His slave. He would do whatever he wished with her and make her perform all the tricks he could wish for... staring with a juicy tongue fuck of his ass. The girl spread his thick buns with her hands and probed her tongue into the valley of his hairy asshole. She tasted the fetid sweat that had accumulated there during the night. She tongued the grossly thick and coiling black tuft of hair. She drew her tongue to a point and stabbed the wrinkled aperture of his hot, tacky asshole with it. Her tongue probed the man's bung hole. It stretched his anal membrane wide so that it could lance his poop chute higher. And the higher she went, the more Tamara could feel the scientist wiggling on the end of her tongue. He wiggled like a worm on a hook. He wiggled and swore in Russian. He called her names and rotated his hips in hot, eager circles. Again and again, Tamara ...
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