Not Her Fantasy
The camera shutter captured it: an awkward gazelle astride a lion. In reverse, her porcelain thighs opened, crimson lips snug around his shaft. Slender, beautiful with scattered tresses of fiery hair, she came to a halt.A nagging suspicion is one thing, ignoring my intuition is something else.“Amy, this isn’t your fantasy is it?”Apple-cheeked, a timid shake of her head followed. Playing on their cadence, unhurried heels clipped the parquet floor. As a shadowy presence, it darkened her...
Femdom