Love The Way She Smells

Such a tease my buddies wife is

They touch their cocks and imagine her naked while fantasizing that they are fucking her, it’s just how things are, and grown adult women absolutely know this!

Such a tease my buddies wife is

These younger girls and their little sweaty feet, apparently she didn’t care for her own scent! 😂

My buddies wife always showing off her legs.



Sam thought it was just another gig to boost her portfolio. But as the shoot wrapped, the developer’s friends—older men with predatory gazes—grew bold, their whispers turning sinister. Overwhelmed, Sam was seized, her struggles futile as they bound her and forced her into a cramped shipment box, its lid slamming shut. Her muffled cries faded as the box was sealed, destined for a fate orchestrated by the broker’s twisted obsession.

The vehicle lurched to a stop, and Sam’s heart sank as the shipment box was roughly unloaded, the wood scraping against what sounded like a concrete floor. The lid creaked open, revealing the cavernous interior of a dimly lit warehouse, its walls lined with rusted shelves and crates. The developer’s friends, their faces shadowed but menacing, hauled her out, ignoring her muffled protests through the gag. They dragged her to a cold metal chair in the center of the space, where they bound her wrists and ankles with coarse rope, securing her tightly to the frame. The broker, his eyes gleaming with a mix of obsession and triumph, stepped forward, circling her like a predator sizing up its prey. “You’re even prettier up close,” he murmured, his voice dripping with unsettling familiarity from all those times he’d watched her around town.

Next for Samantha. Trapped, tied, and hearing multiple sets of foot steps coming down the stairs.

In the shadowed lot, rough hands seized her before she could scream. A sweet-smelling cloth pressed over her face, and the world dissolved into darkness. She awoke encased in a suffocating black latex catsuit, every inch of her body sealed in glossy tightness, her arms bound behind her with coarse rope. A padded hood, zipped and locked, blinded her, its tiny breathing holes her only lifeline. Ropes coiled around her torso, pinning her to a cold metal pole in some dank room. Muffled whimpers escaped as gloved hands traced her curves, a low chuckle cutting through the silence. “Welcome to the crew, Melissa,” a voice sneered. Her new friends had sold her out to the men circling her now, and her fresh start had become a cage.

The frustration was evident. The latex toy was locked into that suit comprehensively. The gag underneath the hood was a tight tape wrap, so no protests were allowed. The suit had only one entry point at the back and the feet and mitts were enclosed. To be thorough, the hands of the toy were taped into useless stumps before the suit was put on it. There was no way out….despite all the struggles.

Buddys wife

There, in the cramped confines of the vehicle, they began their malicious ritual. They stripped her down to the delicate beige bodysuit she had worn that day and forced the thick, glossy black hood over her head, sealing her world in suffocating darkness with only tiny breathing holes. Her wrists were yanked high and locked into heavy leather cuffs attached to the overhead handles, stretching her arms painfully taut. A wide leather collar was buckled cruelly tight around her neck, and as she began to stir and struggle, one of the men clamped his rough hand firmly over her hooded mouth, silencing any muffled cries. The two men laughed softly, their obsession now fully unleashed, as they savored the sight of their captive —helpless, exposed, and entirely at their mercy in the mobile prison they had prepared just for her.

Leaving the graduation, a few admires caught up to her and decided to take her with them.

She said she wanted to learn.