Happy Vietnamese Women’s Day with Daddy’s Special Gift

My exposed ass is in his lap now, and he smacks it loudly with his hand. I want to choking in the collar attached to the leash his haughty, annoying, white girlfriend impatiently yanks. Xvideos He wants me to name myself. His hands find my chest, his articulate fingers closing around my nipples and squeezing sharply. If I did, I’m not sure I would, because I want him to hit me again. “She’s around” Matt answers, sipping the coffee I left for him; leaning above me on his desk calmly. I mean the “grown ups” tell you things about sex you know? Whore? “Ok” he stands. A GOOD feminist. “Ok” he stands. My brain can’t get over the fact that he’s actually spanking me. I’ve seen him take what he wants. Since my white master bent me over his desk and showed me what I am
Oh shut the fuck up brain. God help me. I’m the asian mother-fucking Scarlett Johansson. I want to clean his hot cum from the throbbing, destroyed cunts of his conquests with my tongue and service him like the fuck-slave he was born to own. The one from my desk. I grunt lustily, wanting to thank him like a slut, but I resist. The crew are here. I want to demand them back just to hear him laugh in my powerless, tear-stained face. “No underwear for you today though.”
I reach into the drawer, clumsily retrieving my blouse and skirt. I’m a feminist! It’s mine. This is what it means to be man-handled. I mean I even tweet feminist shit. But nothing has prepared