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Meredith & DD R'Moan - Real Couple - CFNM - Consensual **** - Anal Doggie-Style, Blowjob, Masturbation, Forced Orgasms, Squirting, Stripping in the Window  - Part 4 of 4 video from MeredithTourmaline
Meredith & DD R'Moan - Real Couple - CFNM - Consensual **** - Anal Doggie-Style, Blowjob, Masturbation, Forced Orgasms, Squirting, Stripping in the Window - Part 4 of 4 by MeredithTourmaline The final installment of our first consensual non-consent video opens with DD fucking my tight little ass while he pulls my hair, then forces me to keep sucking his cock. It's never enough for him. He keeps his hand on the back of my head, alternately shoving his dirty cock down my throat and pulling my hair. Now and then, he holds me still to jerk himself off against my lips, and smack his cock against my face. When he forces his cock back into my mouth, I slobber all over him.



























































































































































































He holds the camera to shoot POV-style again, but I take the camera away from him. With his hands free, he slaps his cock against my face again, and he rips my shirt some more, forcing me to strip. The camera catches me fingering my swollen clit under my skirt as DD masturbates with his hard against my neck. When he sees what I'm doing, he reaches down and finger-fucks me harder while I keep rubbing my clit.



























































































































































































He fingers me harder and harder until I squirt all over my bedsheets.



























































































































































































After I lick his fingers clean, he sets the phone on the windowsill and forces me to stand up while he strips me in front of the window, afternoon sun glowing against my pale, tattooed body. He grabs my small tits and exposes them, wanting me to feel ashamed. He stands behind me and reaches around to fingerfuck me, then fucks me from behind, my face nearly banging against the glass. There's a car parked in front of my building, and the driver is peeking into my bedroom window.



























































































































































































DD bends me over my writing desk, and makes me weak in the knees as he fingers me, my body much more exposed now, my skirt having been slipped off. He gets me on my knees and makes me suck his cock again, bending over to finger me as I do so. He fucks me from behind, harder and faster.



























































































































































































All he wants is a good cumshot.



























































































































































































But I know how to get my revenge.
duration 23:43
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 5:51
Meredith & Evan Jazz - Real Couple - Tattooed Weirdo Artists Undressing One Another - Passionate Kissing, Spanking, Cocksucking, Finger-Fucking & Pussy-Eating - Evan Holds His Camera for Close-Up POV Shots as Meredith's Camera Films It All - Part 1 of 4 video from MeredithTourmaline
Meredith & Evan Jazz - Real Couple - Tattooed Weirdo Artists Undressing One Another - Passionate Kissing, Spanking, Cocksucking, Finger-Fucking & Pussy-Eating - Evan Holds His Camera for Close-Up POV Shots as Meredith's Camera Films It All - Part 1 of 4 by MeredithTourmaline Come watch real life couple Meredith Tourmaline and Evan Jazz get playful!





















































































































































































































































































































A hot video of Evan and I kissing passionately as we undress one another - I'm in a vintage slip Courtney-Love-style, he's in a t-shirt and jeans. Our bodies writhe against one another still standing, and Evan, a sexy long-haired, bearded redhead, pinches and twists my nipples as he lifts my slip to reveal my luscious ass, which is facing the camera. He finally tosses the slip away and kisses and sucks my small tits, digging his strong hands into my pale tattooed flesh.





















































































































































































































































































































I unbuckle his belt and undress him, getting on my knees to suck his cock. He leans over my small frame to finger my wet pussy as I keep sucking, spanking my ass as he does so. Then he takes out his camera. Our screens capture one another from multiple angles; my camera shoots our full bodies in my bed, while his captures POV shots. He then pushes me back and kisses my inner thighs and pussy, licking my cunt as I spread my legs, feet in the air. pausing now and then to take out his phone for close-up shots. Evan rubs my clit with his thumb as he films.





















































































































































































































































































































He finally shoves his hard cock inside me, and he kisses me gently at first, as I moan, then fucks me harder and faster, holding my ankles to my shoulders...





















































































































































































































































































































Lotsa sweet laughter and strong eye contact.





















































































































































































































































































































PART ONE OF FOUR.
duration 12:40
GFE - Bedtime. Your Girlfriend Had A Stressful Day & All She Wants is to Get Naked, Be Admired, and Tell You About the Book She's Reading as You Fall **** Beside Her video from MeredithTourmaline
GFE - Bedtime. Your Girlfriend Had A Stressful Day & All She Wants is to Get Naked, Be Admired, and Tell You About the Book She's Reading as You Fall **** Beside Her by MeredithTourmaline She dressed up. She wore her special lipstick, Red Revolution, her red barrettes, and black lace panties & bra under her dress. Leopard-print tights. She shaved her legs. She went to the café to meet a new client. You were hopeful - you know this work brings her pleasure and meaning, that she's fascinated by everybody she meets, curious about their stories, their bodies, their desires - even their insecurities. Especially their insecurities. You've been dating for a while and you're impressed by her perceptive ideas, her active listening skills... Her presence. No matter how many others she's with, you know that when she's with you, she's *only* with you.





















































































































































































































































































































You have her devoted attention. And she wants yours, too.





















































































































































































































































































































She's had a stressful day. She was stood up at the café. Each time somebody entered, she looked up from the book she was reading, snuck a surreptitious glance toward the door, wondered, 'Is this him?'





















































































































































































































































































































As time passed, she realized what was happening. She felt embarrassed to have saved the second chair at her table when others had wanted to sit down. But she felt calm, too. Reading a short story collection, eavesdropping on the conversations around her. When she came home, you were there, waiting for her, all tucked into her bed. You've been sleeping over more often.





















































































































































































































































































































She gets into bed with you and tells you about her day, about being stood up. She wants you to comfort her. She's reading Hellgoing by Lynn Coady, hoping she can write with such skill and detail, with such insight and sensitivity. Someday. There's a story she read, An Otherworld, and she tells you about it, she related to it and thinks you'd appreciate the story - a girl who's become self-deprecating about a previous relationship, about her idealization of a Kurt Cobain lookalike who she ran away to the forest with, and who one day came home and listed everything he disliked about her, and then left.





















































































































































































































































































































You're falling asleep. She hopes you'll read the story in the morning. Maybe she'll read it to you out loud over coffee, after morning sex.





















































































































































































































































































































She strips slowly, lifting her dress, lowering her tights. Dances a little to tease you. You want to touch her, but you're so tired, buried under blankets while she stands beside the bed, revealing more and more skin, her tattoos, her small tits that you love to hold while she curls into you, a little spoon. She watches you while she dances. Looks you in the eye. Mopes a little.





















































































































































































































































































































When she's naked, she gets into bed with you. She's so glad you're spending the night, so glad you appreciate listening to the rambling thoughts and feelings of this bookish weirdo. As she reaches toward the lamp to darken the room, she kisses you, and you reach for her soft, pale flesh, the curves of her wide hips, and you hold her close, hoping she'll never slip away.
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