Demure lassie pleases man with her juicy beaver

“This might be the last time I kiss you all day, my love.” We kissed passionately, our tongues working feverishly in our hot mouths. My hand grazed her pussy lips and found her soaking wet. After several moments, our lips parted and both of us breathed hard. The excitement authentic was palpable. “Melanie, I love you.” Before she casting could respond, I slapped her face firmly, the other cheek this time. amateur I couldn’t have her unbalanced, after all. “Now, down. On all fours, like a good little bitch.” She reality got down on her hands and knees, and nuzzled her head against my left leg. I grabbed the little square sports camera so I could get some good close ups. “With me,” I commanded as I pulled her leash. Melanie began crawling on her hands and knees beside me, like a good little bitch. I had my little sports camera on a stick, and I held it at length and pointed it right at her ass as she crawled naked on all fours. It was filming upside down, but that’s easy to flip over when I edit the movie together. All told, I had seven cameras to film the action. Two were mounted permanently inside the house and one outside, my little sport camera on a stick, and three more on tripods. The mounted cameras fed to a computer drive while the others would require the occasional change of memory cards and batteries. All of my tripod and sport cams were set to record at high speed and 4K resolution. That meant I could have them playback in slow motion if I desired, or regular speed. And like usual my 18 year old son's eyes was glued to my little round ass, on casting my way to go sit on the sofa, beside our husband. amateur “Does anyone else take issue with the way this is set up?” Scott asked, clearly hoping for no answers. “You’re fucking authentic her. Once he was pleased with his audience the man with the hat began to stab the table in-between the blonde woman's fingers. “I'm gonna tell daddy you called me a bitch!” I grinned at him. Of course she didn’t. She was too young and not pregnant. Her head turned and she looked at my tool. Debra felt like she couldn't breathe, reality not because of their physical actions, but from the explosion of excitement and joy building from within. My cheeks burned with shame as I shook my head. I knew just how sensitive that little spot was. “Not until you tell me what got you all worked up.” I breathed into her ear, causing her to shiver. She strained against the ropes in throes of lust. “Haha, lol”, said Mr. Merculief, “I think we can be his toilet even if it is not necessary.”