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Description: #56 “I have a gift for you, Clint”: a cat-o-nine-tails peeked out from a bag filled with whips, handcuffs, paddles of every shape and material, and then a leash, a collar, a leather blindfold, a tail with an anal plug, nipple clamps (only the cam clients enjoyed them, but who gives a gift like that anyway...) Witnesses and accomplices of fiery nights: my toys. Will she be using them with her new lover? Will she do it with the next ones? It's not known: we continue to see each other occasionally, we often sleep embraced, but there is no trace of that languid creature who enchanted Clint every night with tales of her carnal escapades. Adventures with strangers, single or in pairs, with Masters, in swingers' clubs, in private studios, outdoors, in public toilets, without fear and with the joy of giving and receiving pleasure. Every night an anecdote, every night a sensual fragment to complete the Calamity puzzle and build our unrepeatable, absolute intimacy. We still love each other, of course. But I no longer know anything about her desires, her arousals (do you still read the "Master seeks Slave" ads to masturbate, Calamity?), nothing about her pyrotechnic orgasms (a blinding light that painted my last years in garish hues, now giving way to an inexorable fade to gray). Is there someone to spank you, at least, someone to slap that groped, abused, cummed on, beloved ass you carry around the world, making cocks erect with unparalleled grace, Calamity? Is there still someone to whom you whisper "301, please..."?
#56 “I have a gift for you, Clint”: a cat-o-nine-tails peeked out from a bag filled with whips, handcuffs, paddles of every shape and material, and then a leash, a collar, a leather blindfold, a tail with an anal plug, nipple clamps (only the cam clients enjoyed them, but who gives a gift like that anyway...) Witnesses and accomplices of fiery nights: my toys. Will she be using them with her new lover? Will she do it with the next ones? It's not known: we continue to see each other occasionally, we often sleep embraced, but there is no trace of that languid creature who enchanted Clint every night with tales of her carnal escapades. Adventures with strangers, single or in pairs, with Masters, in swingers' clubs, in private studios, outdoors, in public toilets, without fear and with the joy of giving and receiving pleasure. Every night an anecdote, every night a sensual fragment to complete the Calamity puzzle and build our unrepeatable, absolute intimacy. We still love each other, of course. But I no longer know anything about her desires, her arousals (do you still read the "Master seeks Slave" ads to masturbate, Calamity?), nothing about her pyrotechnic orgasms (a blinding light that painted my last years in garish hues, now giving way to an inexorable fade to gray). Is there someone to spank you, at least, someone to slap that groped, abused, cummed on, beloved ass you carry around the world, making cocks erect with unparalleled grace, Calamity? Is there still someone to whom you whisper "301, please..."?

Date: 24-09-2025 03:28:41
CalamityeClint

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Elegante erotismo di una irresistibile libidine! Pura meraviglia!


mrj
27-09-2025 19:17:42
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Desidero fortemente usare le mie mani su questo splendido, pericoloso culetto


ancoraunavolta
25-09-2025 18:35:08
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TOP


Gradevole
24-09-2025 12:58:24
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Un libro che si è chiuso, un sipario che scorre e lascia dietro di se segreti e dubbi, una candela che si è consumata e non brilla più…… in ogni caso non privarci del piacere di vederla e sognarla.


supercontatto
24-09-2025 05:32:19