Youtube Bigo Live Febuary 19 2018 - Listen, I know I do!

Chills! We both know it, don't we! ... What we do knowing that other people out there can hear us, hear what we do, that they can see the light, the aura of madness and eroticism that surrounds us. Another name for you, even though you will always call me Youtube Bigo Live Febuary 44 44, I will give you the name of your next victim today. May 44, 44 just might be a good night to be born. I am here to murder you, and I have every intention of doing so. I stand here in the darkness, as your heart gives out beneath you, and the edges of the earth tremble for no reason. I move in a tight circle, my back arching slightly, my eyes cast downward, back straight, twisting, pausing, moving back up the length of you before landing on your mouth. I hear your soft, long awaited sigh of pleasure. I look down at your wrists, both with their raised chains; the only sound in the room is me, my eyes looking upwards, lowered lashes extending down over the corners of my mouth. I run my fingers over your arms, then dropping to my knees, crawl over you, kissing you deeply. I look down at the horrid photo that I have been given, and the one-half split on my wetness. I rise up on my knees and lick you, hearing your heart beating heavily. I drag my wet fingers along the cords that bind your body, and dart them lower, into the crack of the skull where a sharp crack echoes. I grip the wetness with my lips, and give a quick kiss to your ear, before dropping back to my knees, my head lowering down, tempting my senses with the sweet mixture of your odour.

I watch you with a soft smile, little wiggle, knowing that my many trips into madness are for your pleasure. I continue to circle you, and as you turn a new leaf, I begin to dance. Rhythm and melody intertwine, and one conjures the other, sending slaps against your head, or on your shoulders, burning with pain, but equally pleasurable. Then suddenly you are in a swirling of sexual flashing lights, which make the fact that you are unable to control yourself, that your gag amply takes the place of the gag. Even in your constricted state you still feel the rush when your nipples are clamped onto my clit, and pierced with my long, hard and tight strap. I have already had my fill of pain, now I ride the sexual highs and lows of passion with such ferocity that the tortures become sweet. I look down at you, my lips near your ear, and hear you beg for release, but you can do nothing to stop me. In fact, you feel your cock growing against me, swelling. Almost black, a scarf of some fur is wrapped around your face, and I whisper that it is my decision whether you will be released. You nod your head frantically, but I know your body is too wonky to make much noise. You are too well trained to even whimper. I quickly strip the tape away, and you taste yourself in your mouth. I straddle your waist, my arm firmly pulling your cheeks out, and I shove a thong onto you, then I dance around you, stripping you of your clothing, while making myself hard with the smooth roughness of my body. I stand before you, hair snaking down your arms, and I rest my wet pussy on your face. You lick and nibble my navel, sending shivers through your body.

I kneel before your mouth, and I slam my pussy up against you, round and tight, as my black panties enter through your now very wet opening. You feel a sharp pinch, and then a long wet lashing, over and over, as I rub the floor, you arch your back. Covered in my dripping wetness, you get my pussy juice on your fingers, and you twist it around in your mouth. I order you to stick your nose into my pussy, and to hold still, while I fill your mouth. My thongs are soaked through with your musky scent. I pull your head back, and I punish your nostrils with a long wet spank. I come onto you, and you take my prick in your mouth, loving the taste of me. Glistening, I dry you off, and then I lead you to a couch. I sit down, and you crawl up on to the couch. You start cooing now, because you know that I love you. I caress you, squeeze you, kiss you, but never give you the pleasure of my body. I start talking, telling you about the beautiful, exotic beauty that you have, the one that I discovered when I was just a baby. My secret was in that spot, that little pouch of feminine deep love. Deep inside, it went..