Genres: Smooth ,Breeding ,First Time ,College
Video language: English

I can’t start to explain how terrified I was when I walked into the room. Everything was gleaming and white; so white that it took my eyes a small in number moments to adjust to what I was seeing. Master Stone sat in the space alone, clothed smartly in a pristine alabaster dress. I stood at the door for a pont of time, not knowing what to do, somewhat transfixed by the floor-to-ceiling white curtains billowing gently in the early spring breeze.He instructed me to sit down; his voice sounding a little terse. I assumed that guy was irritated that he’d needed to give me such an obvious instruction. I felt beads of sweat prickling on my forehead and my throat went dry.I sat on ...I sat on the chair next to him, suddenly feeling self-conscious and shabbily clothed, despite having spent what felt like forever trying to acquire my tie to look just so in the mirror. He smelled expensive. He looked expensive. There wasn’t a hair out of place on his head. Even his stubble looked well-groomed.I didn’t know why I was there. They told it was an interview, and they told there was no thing I could do to prepare for it. I just had to be there, on time, looking as sharp as possible.Master Stone said me I needed to be totally honest with him, which just now made me feel like I’d done smth wrong. He appeared to be aware of this, but wanted me to admit to whatsoever I was guilty of in my own words. I racked my brain to think of past misdemeanors, but I was likewise nervous to process thoughts. His voice was low, resonant.He placed his hand somewhat disconcertingly on my haunch and asked if I’d ever been attracted to other chaps. I just now told that I hadn’t. To be honest, it appeared to be weird to me that that guy felt that guy needed to ask. I’m a valuable chap. I take my studies actually seriously. I’m of course not the kind of person who entertains thoughts of that nature.He continued to rub my haunch and all the words I was trying to say started to fall out of my face hole in the wrong order. He asked if I was attracted to mature fellows. I hesitated momentarily, largely cuz my face hole was suddenly so dry, but that guy took this to mean that I wasn’t being entirely honest with him.Then that guy said me to stand and, as this chab himself stood up, I was engulfed by a wave of his scent—a unfathomable, rich aroma which me. He towered above me. He ordered me to remove my shirt. It appeared to be like the strangest request in the world, but it didn’t cross my mind to question it. I dutifully started to undo my tie, and then unbuttoned the shirt I’d spent the most good part of an hour ironing earlier.I felt vulnerable. I dared to look at him and became suddenly aware of how his gray eyes appeared to be to match the many shades of salt-and-pepper in his hair. At that pont of time this guy instructed me to take off my panties. Again, I didn’t question the order, but I could feel the pounding in my ears as I shoved my panties down to the ground.And there I was, in my semi-see-through clothes, wanting the earth to drink me up, shaking uncontrollably and panicking about what was to come next. He instructed me to sit down another time, which was just as well cuz I could feel that my legs were about to buckle.The next thing I knew, that guy was restraining my hands behind the chair. My mind started jumping all over the place. Was that guy about to castigate me? Should I have put up a fight? Was my compliance a problem? When this chab said me to strip, should I have refused? He tied my hands jointly with some type of silky rope. It didn’t hurt, but there was no way I was going to be able to shake myself free or stand up.He pulled his chair up. He sat with his legs widen wide, one haunch shoving against mine, the other crammed against my knee. It felt curiously private, especially when this guy started to touch my haunch afresh with his hand. His touch made me shudder. It probably should have felt utterly invasive, but for some reason it felt wonderful. He asked if this guy was arousing me. I told this guy wasn’t, but not knowing if that was the truth. I liked the attention; I liked feeling close to such a strong guy. He shoved his fingers up the leg of my clothes and I felt goosebumps all over my body.Then all sorts of conflicting thoughts started flooding into my head. Was I failing the test? Should I have been fighting to suppress the erection which was forming betwixt my legs? And yet the greater quantity his fingers traveled underneath my shorts and up my haunch, the higher I wanted em to go. I looked into his eyes and suddenly experienced a sensation of crave. My body wanted him.He shoved his hand beneath my shirt and started to play with one of my nipps, sending a rush of intensive enjoyment throughout my body and down to my crotch. Then this guy took my other nipp and squeezed it firmly. I gasped reflexively.Before lengthy, this chab was rubbing the palm of his hand over the bulge betwixt my legs. From then on, it’s all a bit of a blur. His fingers were suddenly below the fabric, running up and down the shaft of my dick, which was now about as hard as I think it’s ever been. He pulled one of my legs onto his, so that I was sitting in an ungainly, but somehow raunchy position. It was as though that guy were somehow freeing up my loins.I have not at any time felt like the object of someone’s affections previous to. I could tell that the Master was enjoying giving me attention, and that my intensive arousal was lovely him.He did things to me with his lips and hands which I couldn't make no doubt of. My whole body started to hum the tune of his touch. I felt utterly feeble and absolutely out of control. Yet, somehow, that too felt right.When that guy touched the tip of my wang with his face hole, I thought I was going to explode. I have not ever felt such passion or want. Then, when this guy licked his finger and started to shove it into my gap, I felt a sense of purpose for the 1st time in my life. I was his. My body belonged to Master Stone.He started to jerk my rod and the levels of intensity suddenly went throughout the roof. I tried to control myself. I tried to hang on, but somehow I knew I was going to shoot… and moreover that I was meant to discharge. He released my hands and allowed me to wank myself as this guy continued to shove his fingers inside me and explore my body with his lips and tongue. It was magical.I felt my balls prickling and I knew I couldn't hold on any longer. I clutched the base of my rod and suddenly felt the spunk seeping out of the tip and not fast rolling down the shaft towards my fist. It was an big o the cant live without of which I’d not ever experienced before—Master Stone drained it out of me, reducing me to the puddle of my own making.If this guy could do that to me… I needed to know what else this guy could do to me.

Format: mp4
Duration: 21:41
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 6889kbps
Audio: 124kbps

File size: 1.1 GB