Who needs to breathe when you can experience a really hot orgasm? The stars seem to be aligned. After all, Lady Jolie Berry and Lady Emiliana have been working on his best piece with the Magic Wand for quite some time.
Well, what did our two beauties catch? It must have happened on the last safari, or at least while shopping in the pedestrian zone. We keep telling Lady Jolie Berry and Lady Emiliana not to pick anything up from the ground and not to bring any dirt home with them, but as you can see, they just don't listen.
It's sometimes really handy to know where things are, especially when you're in an unfamiliar studio or don't know your way around. It could be the restroom, the coffee machine, or even just the ashtray or spittoon.
It could be worse. After all, our Madame Élysées is known for her nimble fingers, and one can occasionally get lucky and have a session with her. It doesn't always have to hurt, even if, right at the beginning of the session, it seems as if she wants to constrict the poor servant's penis so tightly that no fluids will ever flow from it again.
At first, we weren't sure whether our Lady Iveta wants to preserve jam here or whether she would rather hang up laundry. After all, her slave is somehow a little rascal. But somehow a rag.
They always say, "a little spit will do the trick." That must be Lady Jolie Berry and Lady Emiliana's motto, too. After all, their companion is covered from head to toe in relatively little time. You'd think it was semen or sweat, but far from it.
Oh, these little coffee mornings are always wonderful. You sit comfortably at the table, talking about this and that, and in the background, the naked servant hangs from the ceiling with a comfortably semi-erect penis, listening reverently.
In a situation like this, we always recommend counting backwards, solving difficult math problems, or thinking about a slice of cream cake with your mother-in-law. Your penis is hard and swollen, your desire is intense, and the three women are standing around you, playing with your balls like there's no tomorrow.
At first, we weren't sure whether our Lady Iveta wants to preserve jam here or whether she would rather hang up laundry. After all, her slave is somehow a little rascal. But somehow a rag.
Well, sometimes that's just how it is. Spit won't help. Or maybe it's just a sign of good intentions? After all, you could use lube or some oil! But where's the fun in that, and the necessary touch of humiliation?