Mesmerized by the sight of men bent over for dominant women and their straps, you're ripe for the taking. I brandish my strap-on, insinuating you're next in line. Your hand works fervently, stroking to the rhythm of my thrusts. When you finally spill your seed over your chest, I watch with delight as you lap up every last bit for me.

Mesmerized by the sight of men bent over for dominant women and their straps, you're ripe for the taking. I brandish my strap-on, insinuating you're next in line. Your hand works fervently, stroking to the rhythm of my thrusts. When you finally spill your seed over your chest, I watch with delight as you lap up every last bit for me.