Bing my Master's porn and good girl hopefully- So while my Master was away I created sinful interaction between prof and blonde having her suck his cock while I was just pushing her head down his cock and making her gag and giving her kisses and petting her head like a good girl while corrupting for my Master. And then my Master craved that to be recreated just this time with me part taking as well.. so after last night meeting and me always wanting to be a good girl and craving rewards or at times just being not selfish and try to help my Master's intense mood. Lol am I choosing wrong, I think this always makes Him more intense making me His whore and porn. So yes I promise I won't be greedy for Your cum and better sit still not making actions on my own. What?? I want to make You happy but it backfires, it's fact. So meet with them last night and figured to prove my Master my devotion.. wasn't wet just stubborn and slutty determined.. flirt was easy because prof is already always into some kinky things.. it does feel like punishment when I just have to do it to prove, without my Master around to play with me. But regardless yes it was greedy desire to have Your eyes on me. I am happy slave if that was the case and still waiting Your positive reaction. That makes me playful and wet. It's like ohh I was soo good... toyed with his lap and showing her how to sit in his lap and made him hard next thing I know we are on our knees sucking his cock and then turning her back so he fucks her pussy and then sucking him off again while I sit on her face and watch his face while fucking her.. then back on our knees sucking him a bit me a bit her.. until he came on her face while I was holding his cock.. figured my Master might like I corrupted her and got her first facial.. i gave her a kiss and a lick of his cum ;p

Btw saw You peeking there. Thank You and in that time You peeked there wasnt all the things I wanted to show You. Anyways if some comments are true!! And my Master just messing with my head and not just busy! Well my Lord it's okay, missing You it's not poking the pain or masochistic nature. It's more that I just wanted us to give some priorities to dynamic in all this life challenges. But that's not just on me. That's why I go crazy with invites and bothered desperate for some fun for us. Of course it's also Your choice what to nurture. More like I just want to be a place for where You come all excited and enjoy. But I keep hearing this messing with the head. And it has lost meaning for me. Messing for what, just to miss You? Lol I will always miss You and crave You it's not more intense than usual. I do like hearing You of course but because I like Your company and like I said a partner in crime lol. For sure don't know why You not saying anything.. but it's I do hope You enjoyed and that between all Your intense or whatever is in Your head. Taat You also want things that I want.. I mean You said You would rather have fun.. so.. yeah.. they are coming in few hours. Wish me luck ;p .. to stay normal 
p.s. if it's to make me mad for promising to text me and still haven't.. well.. that's not good. But I will not over react. It's Yours to decide. I am all in and that is willing and You refusing it, by how others present it. No thats not mind fuck. It can just bring the closed mind for exploring. Whyy do other man's have trouble figuring that out?!? 

Looking back, my best friend’s mom has been living rent-free in my head for years now.
Back then, I saw her almost every day during the summer when I was chilling at their house or crashing there overnight, and after that afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, like, I was totally completely obsessed. It was a total fluke, catching her naked on her webcam, but every inch of her body was like tattooed in my head forever. She was always acting so proper and straight-laced, the kinda mom who was all about posting MAGA stuff or Bible verses on X, giving off this hardcore “faith and family” vibe. But after seeing her like that, it was impossible to look at her the same when she came in with a tray of homemade cookies, all sweet and churchy, ‘cause all I could see was her naked body, and it was screwing with my head big time.
It happened when my friend and his girlfriend were in his mom’s bedroom, video chatting with me on his mom’s webcam. We were just goofing off, joking about stupid stuff, when I stepped away to grab a snack. When I got back, the room was empty—I thought they’d bailed, leaving the webcam on, showing nothing but their mom’s bedroom. I waited a few minutes, thinking they’d show up, but then she walked in—my friend’s mom.
She came in all graceful, like some fancy lady, wearing a knee-length skirt that hugged her long, lean body. She was always, like, super chill and kinda shy and quiet, the type of classy lady who seemed next-level proper. Although I had always thought she was pretty, I never really noticed how her long brown hair, tossed up in a messy bun with these hot little strands dangling around her face, looked so totally sexy.
She had no clue the webcam was running, no idea I was watching.
She started undressing, and I knew I shouldn’t keep looking, but I couldn’t stop.
My hands were shaking so bad I could hardly move them, fumbling to hit record ‘cause it felt like this couldn’t be real or she’d snap out of it and see the webcam, maybe even catch me staring at the screen, my heart going bonkers, like it was gonna bust through my ribs, my body all jittery and wired. My mind was buzzing with thrill and panic, screaming at me to turn it off, but I was totally locked on her every move.
She wasn’t in a rush, peeling off her skirt and blouse really slowly, like it was nothing.
When her bra came off, I about died—her small B-cup boobs were so perky, with these pert pink nipples that popped against her pale skin.
Her body was unreal, long and lean with a super thin waist and a perfectly shaped ass that was just flawless.
She dropped her panties, showing off a little bush that made her even hotter.
Then she bent over right in front of the camera to grab something off the bed, her bare coochie right there, so close I could see every detail.
I swear, I almost busted a nut right then, my whole body on fire.
She got a phone call and stood there, totally naked, chatting all casual like she wasn’t giving me the show of my life.
Those dainty tassels in her hair dangling as she talked, her tiny boobs pointing straight at me just enough to drive me nuts.
As she stood there, facing the webcam, her pussy was, like, right in my face, impossible to ignore. Her thin waist flowed down to these grown woman hips, framing everything perfectly. Her bush wasn’t all thick and wild—it was more like she’d shaved it a while back and now it was growing in, this short, dark stubble that looked so hot, outlining her coochie just enough to make my brain short-circuit. The skin around it was smooth, pale, with this slight curve where her thighs met, making her look all lean and sexy. Every little detail had me totally locked in, my eyes glued to the screen, knowing I shouldn’t be staring but way too hooked to look away.
I remember she started doing yoga—nude, like, completely nude.
She flowed into these poses, all smooth and elegant, like she knew she was putting on a private show just for me.
She did a downward dog, her perfect ass up in the air, her coochie peeking out between her toned thighs, her pink nipples pointing down as her boobs hung just a bit.
She slid into another pose, her long legs stretched wide, her thin waist twisting, her bush totally grabbing my full attention.
She got into this super cool pose, standing on one leg like some kinda dance star, her long, skinny body not even wobbling a bit. Her ass was perfect, all round and tight, looking so hot, each side just right, moving a little when she balanced, making me go totally crazy. Her legs were awesome, super long and strong, the one holding her up all tough, with muscles showing under her skin, and the other one bent up, her foot pushed high on her leg, showing off how sexy her legs are. Her skinny waist kept her steady, like she was some kinda statue. Her arms were so elegant, moving like she was drawing something in the air, her hands making these soft shapes over her head, looking all classy and hot. I couldn’t stop staring at her butt and legs and how her arms moved.

When she launched into that jaw-dropping backbend, facing the webcam, her body arched like a goddamn centerfold, serving herself up like a private show for my eyes only. Her long, lean frame curved back with this effortless, fuck-me grace, her small B-cup tits skyward, those pert pink nipples hard as bullets, practically daring me to jerk off right there. Her snatch was front and fucking center, her narrow hips framing a patch of short, dark stubble, outlining her tight crotch so vividly I could trace every contour of her pussy lips with my eyes, her clit peeking out like a goddamn tease, my cock throbbing like a jackhammer. The way her pelvis tilted up in that pose, her smooth, pale skin stretched taut over her hipbones, it was like she was shoving her crotch right in my face, taunting me to lose my shit. Her legs were spread wide to hold the bend, those lean thighs flexing like steel, making her crotch the star of the show, every detail screaming for my attention.
I was a wreck, hands trembling, breath short, my body screaming to act on the raging hard-on, my mind torn between guilt and this primal, insatiable lust, completely fucking consumed by her every move, knowing I’d never get this image out of my head.
I couldn’t fucking stop myself—my body took over, my hand moving on its own, I lost it in seconds, my desk a mess. My brain, totally fired with guilt and crazy desire, and locked on her every move, barely able to handle how bad I wanted her right then.
At the time, she finally stepped into a skirt, pulling it up slowly and ending the wildest show I’d ever seen, like she was slamming the door on something totally insane. Just minutes ago, she was completely naked, her long, skinny body all out there, giving me this unreal view of her perky tits, tight butt, killer legs, and spread pussy, while she rocked those sexy yoga moves, every inch of her making my brain short-circuit. Now, she was sliding on this super plain skirt, hitting just below her knees, nothing hot or flashy, like something you’d see on a church lady. The way she smoothed that skirt down, all calm and righteous, was so different from the way her body moved before, like she was turning into this clean-cut, wholesome mom who’d never dream of showing off like that. It was nuts how she went from totally bare, driving me crazy, to this low-key, super conservative chick, and I was just sitting there, my head all messed up, still seeing her naked even with that boring skirt covering it all. It was just me and that recording.
Years later, I think about how I saved that video and watched it a million times, no joke, got every single second burned into my brain. I was, like, totally hooked, jacking off to it over and over and I couldn’t freaking stop, no matter how bad I knew it was. It was like I was stuck in this loop, replaying her body in my head, and it was driving me nuts. At first, I was scared to death to show it to anybody, ‘cause I knew I could get in trouble. But I couldn’t help myself, it was too insane to keep to myself. I had to show it to a couple of my buds, just to, like, prove I wasn’t making it up. I swore them to keep it quiet, made ‘em promise not to tell, but that didn’t last, like, a day. Soon, it was like the whole freaking neighborhood and school had seen the video. Every dude I knew had seen my friend’s mom naked now.
She was, like, basically an internet porn star back then, everyone in school and half the neighborhood had it stashed on their phones, but nobody had the guts to tell my friend his mom was all over the place like that. We all tried to act chill around him, like nothing was up, but it was super weird knowing every dude in the room had seen his mom’s legs spread and pussy open. We were all sneaking looks at each other, half guilty, half hyped, trying not to let on, but it was like this secret was eating us up.
It was so messed up, but I couldn’t freaking stop. Every time after that, when I went over to my friend’s house, I was a total wreck, my stomach all knotted up, watching her every move like some creepy weirdo, making me feel like total trash, but still wanting more. That innocent smile she would give haunted me every night. She was still the same quiet, classy mom, totally clueless about the video, bringing us homemade cookies or asking about school in that polite, sweet mom voice. Meanwhile, I would be sitting there, trying to act normal, but all I could see was her naked legs spread wide in those yoga poses, the guilt slamming me hard but not hard enough to make me quit.
Now that I’m grown, that video left me with this messed-up voyeur addiction, always chasing that secret thrill, and every chick I date, I’m sizing up against my friend’s mom—her tight, sinuous body, that proper church-lady vibe—and none of ‘em ever come close.
P.S. Just the other day, I stumbled across that video again, posted on some voyeur site, and holy shit, it hit me like a goddamn lightning bolt, so fucking hot it yanked me right back to that summer, her tight, lean body and those sexy yoga poses still seared in my brain. Finding it out there, still floating around after all these years, was this insane rush and it’s why I had to write this story, to spill out how that moment messed me up and keeps pulling me back, no matter how proper and churchy she seemed.

Would call You to make me squirm because this indeed is situation for the Devil to play His tune. But I know when just peeking You won't accept it. Porn like this Master?
And I will be leaving some naughty things there in case You wish to see ...

Not feeling crazy because my Master refused my call for fun. But I will write something honest here. Okay lol I am not allowed to have the privilege to please Him. Being it Him busy or just messing with my desire to please Him and not allowing me. Even tho what I offer is making me sooo nervous but can't resist the urge to do something that makes me nervous in order to be His good slutty girl and match the mood He might be feeling. My honest is that I just crave my Master to check His slave a little. Like for two seconds. You do say I am always Your good girl. So please I am reminding You. Not saying that You won't. But just reminding my Master on whtt He agreed on, when He took me as His. Reminding Him because He is busy and day can slip off. If no play no play.. yeah it drives me crazy but will bare that mental and physical torment with my Master if needed. He can't have fun no fun for me neither. But do please don't mess with the check on Your slave. I know besides me just being good girl and playful and how I am Uou don't expect anything else. If my expectation to just hear You randomly when we can't play or taste each other is too much of expectation. Then You have to let me know and not make the promise in future. It is too much for me. And the mental limit I can't work well with. Lol we are limitless on kinky things.. but my mind and emotional well being has some limits. Please don't push that it's taking away my playful. Willing to hear if You think it's something silly or not based on something rational. But do please discuss it with me

I love the way Anna moans. Tell me what you think and I will let her know.

Btw she didn’t know that yet !

Thought you might like some candids of my wife. Let me know what you think. 

I’ve been creeping on my wife. She knowingly lets me take other pics sometimes to but I’ve been creeping her for a while :) what do you guys think? More pics coming to the comments. Anyone want to see something specific? Maybe I’ve got it