Living Doll
I come home from work to find her there, in the living room. She’s on her knees in an armchair, torso draped over the back, arms dangling and cuffed, and there’s a spreader bar between her ankles. She’s wearing heels, white nylons, and a flowery, virginal white dress.She’s completely still and completely silent. I stand behind her and lift her dress. There’s pale skin above her stocking tops, and no underwear to impede my view of her delightful pudenda and enticing buttocks. I touch her, easing...
Fetish