Now those of you who know me know I don't pay for sex in Second Life. Why anyone would is beyond me. Anyway, I was just about to walk away from her "offer" of a good time when something caught my eye.
Well, what do you know. Icontrol collar and implant, locked on, set to public. It's like waving a red flag at a bull in a china shop.
I can only imagine her shock when I grabbed her leash. Of course, she was still under the very misguided impression that I was someone named "John".
As I forced her to start with a dance for me, she began blabbering about how she needed to raise money for tuition. Well, she wasn't going to get any money, but the least I could do was make sure she got an education. Y'all know how important higher learning is to me.
I just love a hot coed in jean shorts. Of course, I love them even more out of those jean shorts.
As I slowly removed her clothing, I actually felt a twinge of guilt over what I was about to do. No, wait a minute. That was hunger. I forgot to eat breakfast this morning...
This girl wasn't going to go hungry though. I made damn sure of that.
Look at how those lips caress the tip of my cock. This bitch could have suck started a Harley at this point.
After getting me good and hard, I spun her around and had her work that tight pussy down my pole. ((See what I did there?))
After letting her ride me for a good length of time, I pushed her onto the bed and finished by releasing my load into her from behind. Then I left her locked like that, on the bed.
"What about my money, Mister?" The check is in the mail, bitch. Have a BAD day!
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