Hire gardener for sexual act, soldier masturbates on live cam.

Goddamn, I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like eternity. The sun was setting on another long day at work, but my mind was far from taxes and spreadsheets. All I could think about was the gardener, Michael, and the heated fantasies I’d been fleshing out all week.

Amateur: Michael was the real deal, a local guy who knew how to get his hands dirty. He’d been working for me for months, and every time he came over to tend to the garden, my pulse quickened. I could feel the heat building between us, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I made my move.

American Soldier: But it wasn’t just any man I wanted. No, my dirtiest fantasies involved a man in uniform. A rugged, muscled soldier with an unyielding cock and a commanding presence. I’d seen him on cam a hundred times, and every time, I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself as he dominated those submissive bitches. And today, I was going to make that fantasy a reality.

Black Girl: Michael was tall, dark, and handsome – a beautiful specimen of a man. But to make things more exciting, I’d arranged for a surprise visitor. A curvaceous, voluptuous black woman, thin waves of her ebony hair framing her face like a goddess. She was the perfect contrast to Michael’s rugged exterior, her sultry curves exuding an irresistible allure.

Amateur Cuckold: The three of us stood in my backyard, the sweat dripping from our brows as we exchanged intimate glances. I’d told Michael what was expected of him – to fuck me while the soldier watched and jerked off. Our hearts raced as we awaited his arrival, my body trembling with anticipation.

Black Bitch: And then, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sound of gravel crunching under tires caught our attention. Out stepped the soldier, a determined glint in his eyes as his gaze landed on Michael and me.

Really Amateur Anal: I watched, my breath hitched in my throat, as Michael moved to take his place behind me. His hands explored my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he teased my entrance. The soldier took a seat on the garden bench, his cock thrusting through his pants as he watched, his grip firm on his shaft.

Anal Creampie: Michael’s thick, topped by a dusting of groans, entered me slowly at first, before picking up the pace as the soldier’s moans grew louder. I arched my back as the layers of ecstasy built up inside me, my body quivering with thrill as Michael plunged deep within, his balls slapping against my skin. The soldier’s fingers traced across his bulging biceps, his eyes never leaving the sight of the thick, black cock pumping in and out of me.

BBC Creampie: Michael grunted, his pace growing more desperate as the sensation of the soldier’s gaze intensified. I could feel his determination building, and as the first eager bursts of his come spilled inside me, I climaxed in the most heated way possible.

BBC Cuckold: The soldier’s eyes darkened as he watched us, a sinister grin spreading across his lips. He stood, his erection demanding satisfaction, and Michael, still buried deep within me, didn’t hesitate.

Match the Gardener: Michael pulled out, his seed dripping from my wet entrance. He stepped aside, presenting me to the soldier like an offering. My body trembled with fear and excitement as the soldier dominated me, his dominant presence a thrilling contrast to Michael’s gentle nature.

Housewife Gardener: As the soldier claimed me, Michael watched, his gaze filled with envy and admiration. Neither one of us could deny the heated attraction we felt for each other, the fun of being a part of this twisted, primal fantasy.

Outdoor Anal: The sun began to rise, a gradual changing of the light as we finished our debauchery. Michael rushed to clean me up, a strange mix of underlying sadness and gratitude in his eyes. And though my body was spent, my mind was ablaze with the memories of the pairs of eyes that had possessed me in the most primal,satisfying way possible.

Please Fuck Me: As I watched Michael leave, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us. But one thing was for sure – I wouldn’t forget the feeling of being owned, of giving into my deepest, most taboo desires. So, I asked myself, who would be next to answer my call?

Hard Fuck: The soldier’s climax still reverberated through me, a testament to the raw, primal power of our fucking. And with that thought, I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tracing the remnants of our meeting, my mind drifting into the realm of impending conquests and tender, desperate lovemaking.

BBC Deepthroat: I closed my eyes, letting my mind be consumed by the memory of his thick, intoxicating length filling my throat, the taste of manly sweat and sweat mingling with the soul-crushing sensation of his come hitting the back of my throat. With each breath I took, I could only imagine the hundreds of lengths I’d let into my mouth, the countless men whose loads I’d swallowed eagerly, greedily.

Saliva Blowjob: My tongue eagerly explored every inch of him, the intimacy of the act sending my body into spasms of gift. The roughness of the bark beneath my fingers, the sound of the birds beginning their morning chorus, the sensation of the sun upon my face, it all melded together into one glorious, carnal symphony.

In Conclusion: And so, my friends, my diary of a very naughty day comes to an end. The scent of the earth, the sweat of a carefully cultivated garden, and the roughness of the bark beneath my fingers. The memory of dirt stained hands and the lingering taste of come in my mouth. The cumming togetherness of two strange men, their desires wrapping around one another in a primal dance I’d only ever dared to dream of. I eagerly awaited the morrow, the hours till the sun dipped once more, allowing me to indulge in my most forbidden fantasies once more.

I hope my confessions have ignited your imagination, dear reader. If you’d like to continue to indulge in the wickedness of the human condition, I urge you to venture deeper into my twisted fantasies. And remember, it’s always a good day for a gardener to get a little dirty.