Martin called me in the early afternoon and I went to his place, impatiently. I was not going to be disappointed with the concocted program. I closed the door to his lair, undressed hastily and, in the bathroom, stood naked in front of him, my eyes shining with the excitement growing with each appointment. The jet of water he sprayed me with had never been so violent and so hot. My first instinct was to protect myself by turning my back on him. After having kneaded my back and legs, he lingered on my buttocks which could not resist for long and softened, the jet was then able to move up and down along the line. He had reached his target heart, my ass split open and I felt my stomach fill with water. I was soon full like a pregnant woman. For a moment he turned away his spear, still gushing, and taking me by the hand, he turned me around. He flattered my abdomen, proud of his work, and pressed on it: I immediately emptied myself of the liters of water that had filled me. Martin resumed his work on the front of my body, sculpting my breasts, I thought they swelled but it was especially my nipples that were sensitive to this game: red, excited, enlarged, I've never seen them like this. Then it was my sex that he worked on, he recapped my glans, surveyed my penis and took care of each of my testicles, the pain felt at first was replaced by heat and I shamelessly offered my crotch to its rapist flow. He finally stopped the session. Like a carcass at the slaughterhouse, my flesh had been cleared of all its slag. proud of his work and leaned on it: I immediately emptied myself of the liters of water that had filled me. Martin resumed his work on the front of my body, sculpting my breasts, I thought they swelled but it was especially my nipples that were sensitive to this game: red, excited, enlarged, I've never seen them like this. Then it was my sex that he worked on, he recapped my glans, surveyed my penis and took care of each of my testicles, the pain felt at first was replaced by heat and I shamelessly offered my crotch to its rapist flow. He finally stopped the session. Like a carcass at the slaughterhouse, my flesh had been cleared of all its slag. proud of his work and leaned on it: I immediately emptied myself of the liters of water that had filled me. Martin resumed his work on the front of my body, sculpting my breasts, I thought they swelled but it was especially my nipples that were sensitive to this game: red, excited, enlarged, I've never seen them like this. Then it was my sex that he worked on, he recapped my glans, surveyed my penis and took care of each of my testicles, the pain felt at first was replaced by heat and I shamelessly offered my crotch to its rapist flow. He finally stopped the session. Like a carcass at the slaughterhouse, my flesh had been cleared of all its slag. I thought they swelled but it was mostly my nipples that were sensitive to this game: red, excited, enlarged, I've never seen them like this. Then it was my sex that he worked on, he recapped my glans, surveyed my penis and took care of each of my testicles, the pain felt at first was replaced by heat and I shamelessly offered my crotch to its rapist flow. He finally stopped the session. Like a carcass at the slaughterhouse, my flesh had been cleared of all its slag. I thought they swelled but it was mostly my nipples that were sensitive to this game: red, excited, enlarged, I've never seen them like this. Then it was my sex that he worked on, he recapped my glans, surveyed my penis and took care of each of my testicles, the pain felt at first was replaced by heat and I shamelessly offered my crotch to its rapist flow. He finally stopped the session. Like a carcass at the slaughterhouse, my flesh had been cleared of all its slag. the pain I first felt was replaced by warmth and I shamelessly offered my crotch to his rapist flow. He finally stopped the session. Like a carcass at the slaughterhouse, my flesh had been cleared of all its slag. the pain I first felt was replaced by warmth and I shamelessly offered my crotch to his rapist flow. He finally stopped the session. Like a carcass at the slaughterhouse, my flesh had been cleared of all its slag. He had imposed such a preparation on me because he had made an appointment at a beauty salon and I was going to undergo total hair removal. I didn't have to refuse or worry, he would stay with me throughout the operation. I put on my shorts and my shirt, as unisex as possible and we went to this establishment, a priori devoted to the body of women. It was one of them who received us: - I was expecting you, gentlemen, follow me. - Dominique, are you taking care of them?Gouape or femd ...

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