Good Girl
With her mistress outside, she’s an obedient subby-mannequin. Motionless, except those pretty obsidian eyes are peeking across the crowded room. Her blush is vivid; she realizes I’m staring.Being recklessly dissolute, I lick my lips when she peeps again. It’s well known my lipstick is called Forbidden Touch.Her coal-black eyelashes flutter, then survey the room. The party-goers don’t even glance as I saunter towards her, my pussy drooling with the challenge of taming what isn’t mine.“Mistress...
Strap-On Sex