Ruined sissy slut a night of fisting
I took another long and luxurious sniff of the poppers, held it in for the count of ten and exhaled. My blood quickened, my heart seemed to move, closer up into my head, as her gloved fingers started slapping my hole.Again, another deep huff. My head was like a big bass drum, overwhelming me, intoxicating me, as she slathered the minty vapour-rub over my cunt. Three more times I sniffed, hearing her liberally apply the j-lube onto her hands. A devilish sluttiness took over me and I started...