Nice shoes

OK, somebody has to say it...

"What shoes?"

Oh Dallas Rain will go bananas over the shoes.

There are gals that can wear ruby red lipstick. They wear it like they own it. Even when they are in restraints you never completely turn your back to them.

Standing in a social in Houston leaning against the bar when a fantastic pair of tits on a woman walk by. We were admiring her boobs when Dallas says she has a beautiful pair of shoes. We spit our drinks across the room.

There are tits and then there are natural big tits that say fuck you gravity. I still love her BTW.

Standing in a social in Houston leaning against the bar when a fantastic pair of tits on a woman walk by. We were admiring her boobs when Dallas says she has a beautiful pair of shoes. We spit our drinks across the room. Originally Posted by tucson

Lol..yep and when I saw this picture,first thing I saw was those "hot dam" shoes...lol

Dee you have a shoe fetish.

Awesome shoes and legs that went all the way up.

I hope Dee is setting down when she sees those her legs will get wobbly.

Fu&k Marcus...I am drooling

Imagine she's laying on her stomach. Her ass is arched up. Legs are apart and they go on forever. Heels with 6" stilettos. The finest silk binds her wrists and ankles. Your warm hands make their way up her inner thighs and you can hear her moan. Her eyes are covered with the same soft silk. In the flicker of the candle light you can make out the movement of her supple skin as she moves in lust.

I smack her ass and she whimpers. I strike her again and and she cries.
"Are you OK?" I ask. She says she wishes I could feel the love that she does. "I'm here with you." I say. "Can't we be bound together?" She asks.

It's then I bring out the cashmere. I run it along her skin and my hot lips caress her behind her ear. She smiles and with that cue I smack her ass again and and grab hold. She tries not to cry out. Her fingers grasp at anything to take the pain. Her head lowers and exposes her soft neck. I softly kiss her there and I breath in her scent. We try to get closer and be as one. She is at my will but I cherish her at the same time. "It will be my turn soon enough." I tell myself but I know she will not be as gentle.