1. CLEANING DUTIES


    Date: 9/13/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: leo11169, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The car pulled into the driveway, the sound of gravel crunching beneath tires heralding his mistress' return. Edward parted the curtains cautiously and watched her as the car door swung open and she disembarked the vehicle. She was an absolute vision despite having just returned from the gym, and even though she considered herself unpresentable at such a time, Edward was still smitten with her. Freya was wearing a designer sports bra that exposed her trim, flat midriff and black compression leggings that hugged her robust figure and complimented her firm, toned legs and curvaceous arse. Her vibrant red hair was tied back into a carefully crafted bun and wisps that had wriggled free clung to her sweat-soaked brow. She slung her gym bag over her shoulder and made her way up the driveway, her hips and ample buttocks swaying with a natural seductiveness and Edward assumed his proper position for welcoming her. Freya opened the door and was greeted with a most enticing sight: her slave was standing in the entrance, his sinewy physique accentuated by the sunlight that had followed her inside. He was completely exposed, save for the black thong that had his genitals bundled into quite a presentable package. &#034How was your workout,&#034 he asked with a smile as he offered Freya the iced tea that he was holding. &#034Very successful,&#034 she replied, exchanging her gym bag for the perspiring glass. She took a sip from it as she nonchalantly wrapped her free hand around Edward's ...
    protruding bulge, gripping it like a python. He trembled at the contact. It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't supposed to be, but nonetheless, he liked it when she touched him like this, in this f***eful, indifferent manner. It reminded him of his place, of how he was merely a toy in the palm of her hand. Freya continued to drink as she tightened her grasp, her fingers digging into the vulnerable flesh of his balls, squeezing as though she was trying to juice them. She took the glass away from her lips, made an exaggerated, satisfied sigh and finally looked into Edward's eyes. She saw it all: the grimace of pain from his clamped genitals, the desperate lust as he gazed back into her own eyes and the usual submissive demeanour that he emanated whenever he was in her presence. Sensing that he was nearing his threshold, Freya released her slave's bulge and walked past him into the living room. She was pleased to notice that Edward had already laid a towel over the couch, knowing that his mistress preferred to cool down, catch her breath and enjoy her drink before having a shower, and that she didn't want to get sweat all over the furniture while doing so. She settled down onto her spot, sinking into the folds of the couch and crossing her legs as she took another swig of her tea. Edward entered soon after, having discarded her gym bag in the laundry, and made his way to the kitchen. She peered over the edge of the couch at Edward as he walked by, her gaze met by his taut, unblemished ...
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