Brunette Wrestler Spanks Huge Ass Milf With Angel Allwood

Title: “Wrestling Angels: A Brunette Milf’s Bondage Lesson”

In the lavish dungeon-studio, the latex-clad Mistress stands confidently, surveying her area. The partitions are lined with an array of toys and instruments, every able to work its kinky magic on her unsuspecting playmates. The room throbs with a pulsing beat, and the air is thick with promise and protocols.

Angie’s coronary heart races as she steps into the reception space. Her child pink sports activities bra hugs her ample breasts, and her yoga pants cling deliciously to her curves. She extends a trembling hand to Mistress, her eyes nervously flitting between the girl’s steely gaze and the intimidating gear.

“Welcome,” drawls Mistress, her voice a low rumble. “I’ve been expecting you. Let’s begin your lesson, shall we?”

With a pointy tug, Mistress guides Angie to the wrestling mat, her fingers digging into the lady’s comfortable flesh. Angie’s breath hitches, a heady mixture of concern and anticipation coursing by way of her veins.

Mistress pushes Angie to the mat, straddling her with unbound confidence. “Lesson one,” she growls, “discipline.”

The subsequent few moments cross in a blur of roughness and grunts. Angie’s curvy physique writhes beneath Mistress, straining in opposition to the highly effective grip that pins her wrists above her head. She squirms and bucks, determined to interrupt free, however Mistress’ grasp is iron-tight.

Mistress bends down, her voice a sinful whisper in Angie’s ear. “Stop fighting it, baby. Embrace the pain. You know it’s what you really want.”

Angie whimpers, her eyes blazing with resistance… and one thing deeper, darker. Mistress smirks, realizing she’s discovered the chink within the brunette’s armor.

Mistress’ arms path down Angie’s physique, not pausing of their quest till they attain the elastic of her yoga pants. With a deft flick, she yanks the garment down Angie’s toned legs, exposing her pert rear to the cool dungeon air.

“Stunning,” purrs Mistress, giving Angie’s ass a harsh smack, the sound reverberating by way of the studio. Angie yelps, extra from shock than ache, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

Mistress spanks Angie time and again, her hand raining down on the brunette’s susceptible flesh with punishing precision. Angie’s cries fill the room, a scrumptious symphony that makes Mistress’ personal arousal peak.

Breathless from the spanking, Angie’s physique buckles beneath Mistress’ dominant contact. Her nipples pressure in opposition to the skinny material of her sports activities bra, as if begging for consideration. Mistress trails her fingers up Angie’s facet, grazing the ripe curve of her breasts.

“Guess someone’s enjoying this,” Mistress teases, tweaking Angie’s nipples playfully. Angie gasps, arching into the contact, all ideas of resistance forgotten.

“On your knees,” orders Mistress, pulling Angie up by her hair. Angie scrambles to obey, her half-naked physique trembling with want.

Mistress pushes Angie’s head down, forcing the brunette’s face between her leather-clad thighs. Angie inhales the scent of Mistress’ arousal, her tongue darting out to hint the define of the girl’s womanhood.

Mistress’ hips snap ahead, grinding in opposition to Angie’s mouth. “Worship me, slave,” she calls for, her phrases punctuated by sharp thrusts.

Angie moans, her tongue delving deeper, wringing ecstasy from Mistress’ pussy. The sensation is overwhelming, the style of Mistress’ need intoxicating. Angie loses herself within the act, her personal pleasure mounting with every passing second.

“Good girl,” Mistress praises, her voice ragged. “You’re learning your place.”

Mistress pushes Angie away, her physique glistening with sweat and need. She turns Angie round, bending her over the wrestling mat. Her arms seize Angie’s ass, tough arms that depart little doubt about their intentions.

“Mmm, look at that ass,” Mistress purrs, her fingers slipping between Angie’s cheeks. “I bet it’s just begging to be fucked.”

Angie whimpers, her hips canting backwards, silently begging for extra. Mistress laughs, a depraved sound that sends shivers down Angie’s backbone.

With a fast movement, Mistress removes her leather-based gloves, revealing gloved arms. She trails her fingers up Angie’s thighs, teasing, taunting. Angie gasps, her breath coming briefly, sharp bursts.

Mistress pushes a finger into Angie’s pussy, the digit sliding in simply due to Angie’s dripping wetness. Angie’s mouth falls open in a silent scream, her hips bucking again in opposition to Mistress’ hand.

“That’s it, baby,” Mistress croons. “Take it.”

Mistress provides one other finger, stretching Angie deliciously. Angie’s moans fill the room, her physique writhing beneath Mistress’ professional contact. Mistress fingers Angie more durable, sooner, wringing out her pleasure till Angie collapses, spent and sated.

Mistress smirks, surveys her handiwork with satisfaction. Angie’s physique is scattered throughout the wrestling mat, her yoga pants a puddle on the ground, her sports activities bra askew. And but, regardless of her raveled state, Angie’s eyes glint with need, a silent plea for extra.

Mistress grins, a depraved gleam in her eyes. “We’re just getting started, pet. Welcome to your first lesson in bondage.”

With that, Mistress reaches for the silk scarves, her fingers itching to bind Angie in probably the most scrumptious methods doable. Angie’s eyes widen, a brand new thrill coursing by way of her veins. She is aware of she’s in for a wild journey, and she will’t wait to see the place Mistress takes her subsequent.

The dungeon trembles with the promise of extra, the toys and instruments standing on the prepared, desirous to unleash their magic on the unsuspecting however keen Angie. The lesson has solely begun, and each Mistress and Angie know that the night time is filled with darkish, scrumptious surprises.