My arousal leads me to punish his firm derriere, his pasted dress adding an extra layer of torment. The sight of my bare cock and his suffering is pure ecstasy.
Indulging in the intoxicating sensation of my rigid member, I found myself yearning for more. My arousal was palpable, and I knew I had to satiate it. Before me, a captivating figure in a tightly fitted dress sat, her ample bosom on full display. The sight of her voluptuous derriere, though clad in dress, only fueled my desire. I couldn't resist the urge to assert my dominance, punishing her firm backside with each thrust. The rhythm of our bodies intertwined, the dress torn and pasted against her skin, amplifying the raw intensity of our encounter. The petite beauty, now a prostitute, surrendered herself to my primal needs, her moans echoing the room as I relished in the pleasure of my own erection. This was not just a mere act, but a testament to our carnal desires, a dance of lust and passion that left us both breathless.
