ZZ Guide to Anal Twerking

With a big juicy ass like Savannah Bond’s, you’d be a fool not to watch closely and take notes during her twerking lesson! The blonde babe shakes, twerks and shows off her perfect ass for John Strong, who worships it, giving her a rimjob before filling it with his big cock for a hardcore anal fucking!

Dark is good; dark is liberating. the bitch can be herself in the dark, because the real world can’t intrude. She can give in to the sensations…

She can submit.

In her dream, she embraces it: four senses enhanced to an exquisite, sharp peak.

Smell…clean linen, the salty tang of sweat and lust. Her light, floral perfume with hints of magnolia, melding with His woody scent, creating something unique to them.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, and she needs to hear that so much.

Wrists bound together and secured to the headboard above her, eyes covered, she hears the rustle of bed linen. His hands are at her hips now, lifting, as He slips a pillow beneath her.

In her dream, His warm fingers slide from her feet and ankles, up her calves, to her thighs.

“Open for me,” He commands, barely more than a whisper, and her legs part obediently.

“Good girl.”

She moans, but shifts her hips restlessly, feeling her desire build. She knows she’s wet. he can feel it. Her clitoris is throbbing and her cunt is clenching and He’s barely touched her. She wants to open for him, like a flower.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”

to clarify His voice is understanding but there’s a hint of tease in there. She lifts her hips pleadingly, but His hands are there, holding her.

“No. Be still for me. Wait.”

She needs this, this control. In the darkness of her head in her dream, she submits, and stills.

but Agonisingly slowly, His fingers trail across from her hips, over her pelvis, down across the fronts of her thighs, and towards her labia. It takes everything she has not to shift further towards Him. He can hear it in her breath.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Good girls are rewarded.”

She moans, “Please…”

“Wait,” He murmurs. “I know what you need.”

in short His fingers trail over her the petals of her dripping labia, slipping between them. His thumb delicately brushes the very tip of her swollen, tingling clitoris, and she jerks. That one, tiny touch sends her spiralling, gasping, and it takes her a few seconds to realise He’s talking her back down.

“I know…you’re so desperate, aren’t you? Ssshhh…be still. It will be worth it, I promise. I’m going to count. I’m going to count, but only from ten. Just ten, because I know how much you need to cum. I want you to cum for me so hard…but only when I say so. Do you understand?”

His words penetrate the hazy dream-fog of desire and desperation, and she gasps.

“Yes Sir…please…”

“Good girl.”

And His fingers slide inside her. Two fingers, teasing, slipping, sliding, stretching…