Other Things Like Omegle - Watch her in action again.

Can you tell?" she asked. I nodded my head and watch her. Her lips were slick with my nectar, my seed was dripping on her. She gasped and went weak in the knees. A sly grin on her face, her lovely eyes that were almost glassed with her vigor closed and her "yes"-kisses kept her mouth open and exploring. I looked at her silky skin. She was absolutely smooth, an afterthought to the real beauties. From the deep swell of her breasts to the curled tips of her limp, slightly disfigured toes I knew she was prone to tears. She trembled. "Do they hurt, Omegle?" Her voice was soft, her eyes were half closed and she heaved a deep, heavy sigh. I looked down at my own hard cock, rubbed the head between my palms.

"Probably a little, but not bad." I told her. "I never felt so on the edge. Do you feel the sting of my lashes, Omegle?" she asked, still wincing. I lifted her face. "Watch her. Listen to her scream. Tell me what you see." "I know, Master. I've never felt that before." She nearly screamed. "I've never felt you like this either." I caressed her face softly, my kisses gentle on her soft bottom. I knew how to touch her and ease her tension.

The next three minutes were a blur of conflicting emotions and needs. I was her Master, her lover, her slave and her slave girl. It didn't matter. It all depended on how I treated her. I had fantasies that went far beyond this evening. I had nightmarish ideas that made me wet from the thought of it. I had the sweetest, strangest kind of crush on her. I floated above her world, simply enjoying her sensibility and her willingness to allow me to be me, without any restriction. My strangeness only made her desire rise. Her need fueled by the sting of my fingernails. "Sir...please...I..." Oh my God, what are you doing to her?! You're putting a hand between her legs!.