Mine
She kneels at his feet, thighs spread wide, back arched pushing her breasts out, nipples taut, silently begging to him and in her small hands she holds the end of the leash. She feels his eyes raking over her quivering form, devouring every inch of her. She is, in her nakedness, a stark contrast to his still clothed form. His eyes roam slowly from her face downward over her leather wrapped neck, over her breasts noting how each breath pushes them out even more, her nipples grow further erect...