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Meredith & DD R'Moan - Real Couple - Our First Consensual **** Scene - Struggle & Clothes-Tearing, Bound Wrists, Forced Orgasms & Face-Fucking, Squirting, Multiple Positions - Part 1 of 4 video from MeredithTourmaline
Meredith & DD R'Moan - Real Couple - Our First Consensual **** Scene - Struggle & Clothes-Tearing, Bound Wrists, Forced Orgasms & Face-Fucking, Squirting, Multiple Positions - Part 1 of 4 by MeredithTourmaline DD R'Moan and I get into some sexy trouble and roleplay together. I'm late for my job interview at the library, but DD won't let me leave. He wants to posses me. As I step toward the door, all dressed up in my brand new fuchsia blouse and grey wool pleated skirt, he grabs ahold of me and circumvents my escape. He pushes me back into bed, forces my boots off my feet, and starts ripping my clothes.

























































































































































































































































































































































































I don't just let it happen. I put up a fight. I beg him to let me leave. I can't be late. But he doesn't listen. He lifts my skirt and rips my black lace tights, revealing rose-pink lace underwear, which he pulls aside to finger-fuck me. It's tempting to stay - I don't want to admit how good this feels. I've got other things to do.

























































































































































































































































































































































































I struggle some more.

























































































































































































































































































































































































And then he unbuckles his belt.

























































































































































































































































































































































































I know what's next. As he lowers his tight jeans, old and faded and soft, I kiss his hard cock through his underwear, hoping to placate him. If I do this, will he let me go? My hot pink lipstick stains his underwear, his stomach, his thighs.

























































































































































































































































































































































































I'm a brat. When he removes his underwear, revealing his hard cock, I refuse. I reach for my mug of morning coffee and stare him down as I take long, slow sips. I make him wait. I frustrate him. I thwart his attempts to intimidate me.

























































































































































































































































































































































































But he splashes my coffee in my face and forces his dick down my throat anyway. He straddles me, weight on my chest, and face-fucks me, shoving his cock quicker and quicker. He chokes me, spanks me, pulls my hair. He tears my clothes some more, as I still refuse to take them off for him. He uses the cuffs of my torn-up blouse to bind my wrists.

























































































































































































































































































































































































And though I don't want to be here, he forces me to come.

























































































































































































































































































































































































I'll never make it to my interview at the library on time. I'll probably never make it at all. I am grouchy and petulant.

























































































































































































































































































































































































I've lost so much.

























































































































































































































































































































































































He fucks me in multiple positions. Sometimes I struggle, sometimes I give in. After all, it feels good. I don't want to admit it, but it does.

























































































































































































































































































































































































I moan in aggravated pleasure. DD makes me spread my legs for the camera, makes me squirt.

























































































































































































































































































































































































When will he let me leave?
duration 14:37
Puddle Splashing and Flashing video from BlackxRose92
Puddle Splashing and Flashing by BlackxRose92 It's been raining for days. The season and weather are grey, drizzles, chilly, with a strong breeze and steady drip. Outside is nothing but mud puddles. There's long since been no grass with the season change, which means puddles, puddles, puddles, puddles for days! This is the perfect crisp weather for a good puddle jumping!



































































































































































































It's rainy and cold, so I'm wearing my leather jacket, leather gloves, and leather trimmed yoga pants to stay warm. My plaid shirt is a bit too breezy for the weather, and blows up a lot, threatening to expose my braless, pierced nipples. My umbrella doesn't block the wind much at all, leaving my shirt fluttering about as I splash my boots into a filthy state.



































































































































































































My boots were still dirty from last year's puddle jumping fun, but within seconds they've acquired a new, thicker layer of fresh mud. Well, at least until I jump in a massive puddle of rainwater. That big splash briefly cleans my boots, but I begin splashing anew and soon they're wearing an even denser coating of muck that will probably stay for another year. I jump in ALL of the puddles, until the ground is nothing but sticky, oozy, gooey, slimy muck. A few puddles are so deep I nearly sink in them like quicksand!! One especially deep puddle was so sticky that my rainboots actually got stuck fast and I almost couldn't pull them out. I play in the rain so much that my leggings and jacket have mud splatters on them too! I even grabbed the camera so you could see what the mud looks like splashing all over my boots from my POV, and by the time I'm ready to go inside, my boots have a layer of mud at least an inch thick coated on them. They're very, extra dirty wellies now! It will be time for new wellingtons soon, if I keep playing so rough with all of my rainboots, but I just LOVE the puddles!
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