El marido de Lena Paul le da permiso para follar con su mejor amigo

Lena Paul’s Husband Gives Her Permission To Fuck His Best Friend “We love you too, Ruby! We waked by the adult video store and just before we got to the door, a man came out. His eyes seemed to hone in on my black heart. Just the sound of your voice sends me to a place I have never imagined.’

“That makes me so happy, Ruby.” I could hear him pause and think, “If we have it in the church, the traditional ceremony is expected.”

He meant the traditional garb and the ‘master I’ll do whatever you want’ vows with very misogynistic and sexist vows. “Kyle’s agreed to let me wear a black heart and entertain clients for Daddy tonight in the city!”

“Ruby, are you sure?”

“Absolutely! I agreed.”

“Really!?” He was trying to accept that dark part of me and it made my heart swell. I’ve spent so many years hiding that I forgot my own roots.” He sighed deeply and ran his hand long my back, feeling my skin. We’re in awe!”

“Awe?”

“You really are exactly the standard that school always holds us to. I knew someone would. I will think about it. “Well hello, ladies!”

“Hello, Sir!” We sang out in unison. Daddy was there with me, leading me to my black couch. Someone yelled, “This pussy is lubed and ready to go!” I was taken to the front of the bar and on my hands and knees, I was put into the stocks. We had fun celebrating with the cashiers but even when they found out who I was, they didn’t try anything.