Jasmine Caro Wasn't Well-prepped for Such Shame

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I considered myself to be a raunchy woman who could take care of herself. I was proven to be a feeble sniveling woman after my sexual disgrace. It's what my Tormentor wanted. Blindfolded, he shackled me on his cold leather couch, hands pulled to the side and gams pulled back for effortless access to my pussy. He commenced things off elementary enough with fingering and a vibrator. It felt so fine I couldn't hold back my giggles. He did this for awhile. The stimulations became more intense, more and more thumbs coming in me, experiencing around for my g-spot. I began to get nervous. I've never drained so long. Since he wouldn't let me jizm it was a challenge to endure. He eventually stopped. But I could hear him fiddling with something. I abruptly felt something positioned deep in my pussy. A change popped on and I realized it was a pounding machine. It was going quick and deep. I couldn't focus on it since my Tormentor brought back the vibrator, pounding my gullet at the same time. I felt so disgraced.