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The veiny, black dildo protruding lewdly from my strap-on stretched her pussy impossibly tight. I swore it would tear at any moment—her lips rolling in and out with every thrust and withdrawal. But that did not stop me from violently battering her foolish cunt.Neither did the high pitched shrieks coming from deep inside her. How long before the neighbors called the cops? That thought briefly flashed through my brain, but my libido was not taking any messages. They were cries of pain, certainly, but did my ears detect another, familiar note in there too?Sure, I had a fistful of red hair, pulled back hard so her face was pointed almost to the ceiling. And from this dominating doggie-style position I could see the contortions her beautiful face was making. Obviously, she was hurting, but there was something else expressed in her countenance as well. She wanted this. More than I did, and I wanted it pretty bad. Besides, despite whatever she was feeling, my little bunny was making no effort to escape. She wanted us both here—just like this.******(20 minutes earlier)“Hey baby! I’m home!” I shouted, as always.It had been a long, hot day, and I was glad to finally be home. Grab a drink and something to eat. Maybe curl up with my beautiful girl on the couch and watch some Netflix. Just relax for the evening.But before I could even close the front güvenilir bahis door, the packages on the counter caught my eye. She must have gone shopping, I thought. A lot of shopping. And these bags weren’t from Target.I approached the haul and found a note waiting for me. Red ink on pink stationery. Yep, it was from her all right.My dearest love,I have been visiting stores and boutiques on the sly since we moved here a few weeks ago. I found a few things I’d really like to see you in tonight. Open the bags lined up from left to right, and put these things on for me, will you? Please? And meet me in the bedroom…Who was I to say “no”? But the contents of the first bag shocked me. I am a country girl, born and raised. Jeans and a t-shirt tend to work well for most situations, as far as I am concerned. Yet here I was staring at a pair of skin-tight, shiny black leather pants. My size.If the first bag shocked me, the second took my breath away. It held two items: A halter top that was more like a strappy black bra. And a black leather jacket. Cropped at the waist, and very heavy. The sheer weight of it was impressive.The third bag was also heavy. It was from a shoe store I didn’t recognize. Inside was a pair of hard-core motorcycle boots (each with three silver buckles) and a pair of fingerless black leather gloves.What the fuck had gotten güvenilir bahis siteleri into her?I heaved a sigh and began stripping off my dirty work clothes, soon standing there in bare feet, bare tits, and cute floral cotton panties. When I left this morning, they seemed like a perfectly fine choice. But now, with the Dominatrix-from-Hell outfit arrayed in front of me, the floral panties no longer seemed remotely appropriate. So off they came, too.As I squeezed into my new leather pants, I peaked inside the fourth bag. It held “jewelry,” if you want to call it that. Bracelets, more precisely. One was a silver, 4 inch wide, spike-studded piece that was incredibly intimidating. Three others, obviously meant to be worn together on the same wrist, were metallic and a little scary. A motorcycle chain, a string of leering skulls, and a two-headed dragon. Starting to get into my “part” for the evening, I slipped them on. I was definitely beginning to feel like a badass!Two bags left. One contained a tube of Fuck-Me red lipstick and a small box. In the box was for a stunning locket that, when opened, bore the inscription in thick block letters “She’s Mine!” For a moment, tears welled up in my eyes. My Red Angel was telling the world she belonged to me. But then again, bad asses don’t cry.So, the final bag. A long, luxurious jet-black wig. iddaa siteleri I know my redheaded princess loves my natural blonde hair, but apparently, she wanted to be in ALL black tonight. She had strategically left a large mirror on the counter, so I applied my lipstick, fixed my wig, and looked at what I had become. Damn! I was one BAD motherfucker! Time to hit the bedroom…******Nothing could have prepared me for what greeted my eyes when I quietly opened our bedroom door. The only light was from several candles burning in various points around the room. My beautiful girl was stretched out on the bed, slightly diagonal but looking at me with the brightest, most innocent smile I had ever seen. Lying on her tummy, chin in her hands. Feet playfully kicking in the air behind her. She was wearing a sheer, lightweight, pale pink teddy, trimmed in white fur. No bra or panties, obviously. The contrast with her bright red hair was stunning.Despite what you may be thinking, her outfit did not seem lewd. On the contrary, she looked like one who did not even realize she was mostly naked and devastatingly alluring. She was like Eve in the Garden of Eden. She looked…innocent, almost childlike.Two things made the whole scene indescribably hot for me, however. First, we had just celebrated her 26th birthday the previous weekend, and I had given her a very naughty gift: a white, fluffy bunny tail butt plug, and matching bunny ears. She was wearing them both. I knew that plug was big. How full that ass must feel! But again, the tail and ears just made her seem even more naive and innocent.
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