004 Gymnastics Teen Femdom
Danielle let herself into my house. She stood there, silent, arms folded in front of her flat little breasts, her eyes red and puffy, her small, not even five foot tall, slender gymnast body shrunken and somehow diminished. Still wearing the emerald green prom dress I had fucked her out of last night. Her pride gone. Shame as hot and red as her tears shook her as she choked and sobbed. Her pretty shoulders shaking under beautiful silk auburn hair. Her normally defiant demeanor, lost. “What’s...