We walk a gay hardcore porn little more.
Stand in the center area, watching a man rock a woman in one of the leather slings, pulling her toward him as she writhes, hands and feet tied to the chains attached to the ceiling.
Doesn look like it hurts; shes in pleasure, not pain, and squeals gay hardcore porn as he moves her back and forth.
We
e standing there watching as your hand reaches for gay hardcore porn me again.
Pussy-wet fingers tease my clit, rub a little harder, get me breathing faster, closer to coming—and you stop again.
Raise your gay hardcore porn hands to my nipples and flick them, fast, the way you know gay hardcore porn I like.
A few people are watching, and of course that gets me hotter.
"Lets walk," you say.
We end up, again, in the movie room, but now youve decided to allow me an orgasm.
Or two.
(Or three, knowing me.
) Step up to a chair that faces the audience at eye level.
I sit on the chair, and you bend down to my pussy.
Its automatic how my legs lift into the air, black sandals and all, spread wide, push myself into your face.
Begging for it.
Craving the feel of your mouth, the soft wet gay hardcore porn insistence of your tongue, the flagellation of your lips on my clit.
Youve teased me enough that the first orgasm gay hardcore porn comes in seconds—hot, fast, violent.
A crowd has gathered; the atmosphere of the place has you dominant and you demand that I watch them watching me.
"Open your eyes," you tell me.
"Open them!" and I come again all over your face.
