Mistress Cruel LoveChapter 4 Mein Herrin I Can Dance
Club Ishtar was jumping and so were Heather’s bulbous curves. Her pudgy arms and thick thighs jiggled as she exited the bathroom and strode down the hallway back to the main room where the party was in full swing. The red satin of her dress stretched around her plump body as she strutted her stuff. Her confidence had been building steadily for months, but she’d never felt better about being a large and in charge female dominant since stepping into this Femdom wonderland. As the corridor...