#23 you're joking, of course. No. Our sex nurse wasn't joking at all. Two months without giving pleasure, without putting yourself at the service of male lusts, of their animal desires? You don't know Calamity: "I want to test myself, explore new territories, shed light on these dark times: I signed up to a camgirls site." Objectively the straightest road to these new territories where hundreds of unknown cocks stand upright, in the times of lockdown. Spreading your thighs in favor of multitudes of horny males, meekly carrying out their orders, being rewarded by their thirsty looks, their insatiable desire, suffering and enjoying the right punishments. A benefactor of male humanity, devoted lay missionary, generous dispenser of sex for society. Her room is now the carousel of tireless masturbators, of anyone who wants to feast their eyes on her carnal femininity, of owners looking for helpful and hungry dogs. Calamity has become their toy. Exposed flesh, self-exposed, squeezed and spread on command, gratifications immediately quantifiable in centimeters, persistent humidity between the thighs, rivers of cum beyond the screen, little lies, omissions... but come on, what wrong has our cowgirl ever done? We hadn't seen each other for two months. Her pussy on fire, my cock about to explode, but as soon as her slender feet crossed the threshold (the same enchanting feet a few hours earlier offered to the client on duty as a cumshot on cam) my urgency was not to re-establish an established property by sodomizing it at the entrance. He deserved more. The most sensual leash around the neck that male eyes have ever had the fortune of seeing. Sit on my lap, bitch. Just lift your skirt. Be ready to have lots and lots of them. They will never be enough.
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