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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 22:45
Hairy & Literary Goth Reads Jack Kerouac Aloud to You While Masturbating - Torn Pantyhose, Clit Stimulation, Magic Wand, Stripping video from MeredithTourmaline
Hairy & Literary Goth Reads Jack Kerouac Aloud to You While Masturbating - Torn Pantyhose, Clit Stimulation, Magic Wand, Stripping by MeredithTourmaline The best nights are the ones when we stay up all night reading to one another, telling personal stories, asking questions about the universe, and stimulating one another's minds... Not to mention our bodies. In this video, violet-haired goth sweetheart Meredith Tourmaline reads aloud to you from Jack Kerouac's Beat classic, 'On the Road'. Jack is staying up all night with Neal Cassady, aka Dean Moriarty... The brilliance of being alive, of feeling and traveling and doing and talking. The dream, the escape, the road. Meredith Tourmaline is seen on the hardwood floor, book open almost as wide as her legs. She is half-dressed when you arrive, wearing torn black tights, a t-shirt printed with the first cover of Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, pale plum underwear, and black garter with straps. As she reads, she rubs her clit through her underwear, her golden-strawberry untrimmed pubic hair showing through the edges. She removed her black t-shirt to reveal a pale pink lace bra gracing her small, soft tits. Then she takes out her Magic Wand, making her body shiver and shake, smiling with pleasure. She pulls her underwear aside to show you her wet pussy, and you want to reach out... The vintage paperback lays flat between her hairy legs. She peels off her lace bra and plays with her small tits, her pale and erect nipples. The Hitachi cord wraps itself between her toes... Her whole body quivers, and she's almost screaming... Come spend the night...
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