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... especially because of these little pearls that tease my clit 🤍

i love these panties 💖🖤

hope everyone is having a good evening 💕✨

filming tomorrow 😜💖✨

they're so sore today 🥲 i need a titty massage!

i need cum!

some more dildo fucking while i'm halfway out of my comfy little princess jacket 🎀 the way my creamy cum ended up getting on my thigh 🙈😳💖 so wet!

double the usual amount of clips this week?! ... you bet! fucking my pussy with a dildo, filmed from behind 🍑✨

kiss them please 😊

realized i haven't shoved my big lovense domi in my pussy in a while. i fixed that today 😉 my cream tasted so good!

today's vibrator fun in my new lingerie set! 🌸

filming today! 🥰💖

some valentine's fun while i think of you... 🌹

i'm all yours 💐

want a peek? 😉

happy valentine's day 💐 i love you and appreciate you!

new lingerie! 🌸

happy friday... 🖤 this was from my special kink weekend too. took a bit to get this uploaded because he needed to sign all the right forms 😉 ... aren't i adorable?! 😋 with @qvil4v4

from my kink weekend! 🖤

messy blowjob and licking fun with the fuck machine dildo after i came all over it. trying to practice taking it deeper, but i think i need a softer dildo to practice with! lots of drooling and spitting in this clip 😋

taking my fuck machine in my pussy and cumming on it! 💖 i've always wanted to film from this sideways angle so you can see my face 🥰

KINK STORYTIME (in parts! scroll down!) 🖤 There's so much to write about my kinky weekend getaway, but this session was my favorite. I'll call my dom "Q" while telling you this. I'm paraphrasing basically everything that was said because I was a cumdrunk mess for most of this. And I'm trying to remember as many details as I can :) --- We had some decently sized metal armchairs where we were staying, so naturally we had the idea to get me tied and spread on one of them. I waited on the bed, already naked and giggly while Q pulled the chair in from the living room and placed it right in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom. It was metal with a padded seat, and we decided to add a towel for my comfort, hygiene, and in case I got too messy (and of course I did). "Okay, sit down and let me get the rope." He looked over at me and smiled. Being an eager good girl, I immediately got off the bed and sat down in the chair, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind. Meanwhile, Q was organizing and thoughtfully assessing all of the beautiful hand-dyed rope he had brought with him. Soft white nylon with streaks of deep pink. He decided that we should start with another rope harness around my torso-- like we had done the day before. I can't emphasize this enough, but I really love the feeling of just sitting there, pretty and still, while being tied. How nice and soft the rope feels winding around my curves, especially when it squeezes all around my tits. Next up were my ankles. I spread my legs aligned them with the chair legs. Q made quick work of it, expertly tying my ankles and securing every rope to the base of the chair. I tried to give my legs a little kick. I could only manage to wiggle them a little. It felt good.

Finally, we got my arms and wrists secured behind the back of the chair, and before I knew it he was slipping a ballgag into my mouth and fastening that behind my head too, taking extra care to not pull my long hair. How helpless and perfect and pampered I felt! He grabbed my tits and my neck and told me to look at myself. I looked ahead in the mirror and I loved everything I saw. I was a perfect little doll for him. He admired me with kisses, running his fingertips up and down my body. Then he blindfolded me too. "Good girl." Q said this throughout our fun, always inbetween these dizzyingly intense moments of teasing me all over. It made me melt every time. I moaned and whimpered, tiny shocks of excitement up and down my whole body.

He had started with my most sensitive spot. My little clit, which as you know, is incredibly sensitive to direct touch. And oh yes, all I could do was take it. My helpless pussy getting wetter and wetter... Q took a break from rubbing my clit and grabbed my tits again. He massaged them, told me how much of a good girl I was. I felt so sensitive all over, wondering what he would do next. Then he pulled my nipples and I felt my nipple clamps squeeze my puffy nipples on both sides, making me moan louder. The cold metal of the clamps warmed quickly from my body heat. I must have looked extra cute like that because I felt extra cute like that. I let my head hang back as I tried to adjust to the constant sensation, shifting as much as I could and breathing heavier. Then I felt another cool touch, this time poking inbetween my pussy lips. Moving up and down, easily sliding along with my wetness. I realized it was one of my pink glass dildos. Thin and easy to take. I steadied my breath and relaxed more.

"You're such a good girl," he kept telling me. "You take it all so well." I moaned again as he slowly slid the dildo in and out. Effortless strokes that made me moan and squirm against the ropes keeping me in place. Such a perfect feeling. Occasionally Q would stop and leave the dildo in me to rub my thighs or sneak up to my face and give me kisses. His warm breath down my neck making me shudder with need each time. He would whisper "good girl" directly into my ear, and all I could do was sink deeper into that hazy submissive feeling, following his voice and not thinking about anything else. Q sped up, now sliding the toy in and out of me faster and faster. I could feel the tip sliding up and into my G-spot and it was driving me crazy. I squirmed harder against the rope, my legs shaking. My back arched, but my tied arms and legs still kept me firmly seated. I could feel myself getting close. My moans turned to loud needy whimpers and then I just lost it. I started to cum hard all around the dildo. I could hear my own wetness as he kept fucking me with the toy through my orgasm. He slowed down before pulling it out of me, helping me catch my breath. I knew I needed more.

I was still blindfolded, and eager to know where he was and what was next. I felt him stand behind me; he placed his hands between my neck and my shoulders and started massaging me again. Calling me a good girl again. Telling me to relax all over again. I lolled my head back and relaxed up against his body. He checked up on my arms and legs and made sure nothing hurt and that the rope was alright. I nodded my head and vocalized a happy "Mmmhm!" around my gag. "More?" he asked. And again, I said "yes" as best I could in my circumstances! I had a renewed energy after coming back to my senses. More, please more, more, more, more. Q was quiet for a few moments, allowing my anticipation to build up as I wondered what idea was brewing in his head this time. I readjusted myself in the chair, getting myself ready for more. I took a deep breath around the ballgag. Some drool had dripped down onto my tits. Messy girl.

I flinched in surprise when I felt something bristled up against my thighs, my tits, my legs. Q was teasing me with my hair brush. The sensation helped me wake back up into reality some more. I heard him set my brush down, and he planted a few more soft kisses on my neck. I was left wondering again, but not for long. Q had grabbed my magic wand, and pressed it right up against my clit. I immediately started yelping and squirming again. It wasn't even on, but I knew how intense it was going to feel. This is when I really appreciated having my legs tied and spread wide. No closing my legs. Good girls take it. Q turned it on. Even the lowest setting feels incredibly intense to me, and being sensitive from earlier as well as totally helpless only added to the feeling. My legs shook again, and I couldn't help but try to move my hips both into the wand and away from it. I screamed around the gag, my clit throbbing. I could tell Q was having a lot of fun with this.

I took heavy, deep breaths as I groaned in pleasure. I felt another orgasm coming on fast. My moans became higher pitched and needier as I got closer. Happy, tortured moans. My breath hitched and there I was, cumming hard all over again. "Cum for me, that's right, cum for me," he encouraged, keeping the wand buzzing on my clit. He left it on for a few more agonizingly good seconds of overstimulation and then clicked it off. My breathing was erratic and I needed to calm down again. Everything felt so good. Q massaged my shoulders and rubbed my body all over. My arms, my legs, my tits-- he always made sure I was comfortable and relaxed everywhere. We decided my arms needed a break from being stretched behind the chair, so he retied them in front of me. He wound the tope around my elbows up to my palms, pressing my arms together.

It was time for more fun. He pulled me as close as he could to the edge of the chair. As much as the rope would allow. I had a feeling for what he wanted next. I took a few more deep breaths. I felt the tip of Q's hard cock press up against my pussy. He is girthier than average and lengthier than average, so even the tip felt like a lot to take. He made sure to get it covered in my wetness before thrusting in. I couldn't fit his entire length, but every inch had me becoming more and more of a mess than I already was. And then he started fucking me. Short, shallow thrusts became deeper and harder thrusts. My wetness was dripping down around his cock. I could feel it. He grabbed my hips while I screamed in pleasure, every moan of pleasure and overstimulation muffled by my gag. I kept thinking to myself, "This is what I was made for..."

Q fucked me harder and harder, working out exactly where my G-spot was once again and making sure to hit it with every thrust. I couldn't do anything but take it. I moved my tied arms upwards, behind my head, so he had a better view and access to my tits and my neck. He would caress them with one hand inbetween his deeper strokes. My pussy squeezed him tightly as another orgasm swept over me. I tried to moan "I'm cumming!" around my gag, but all I could do was babble and moan and cry out. I felt more of my wetness gush out around his cock while he called me a good girl and praised me for cumming again. He pulled out, and we took one more break. I could tell he was in front of my face. My eyes were closed with exhaustion even behind the blindfold. And then he kissed my face all over, and I felt him kiss the ballgag too, and all I could do was completely melt into his touches once again.