My slaves fallen for me. He’s obsessed with the thought of me, my smell, my touch, my warmth. This boy is special. You can feel the chemistry radiate off of the room. Our sessions leave me tingly and I only want to tease him more. Humping the air, begging for my thighs to fuck, my fingers to grasp, my hair to smell. I tease him with kisses and whispers until I can’t help it. I pump him and stroke until he’s my milking mess. I want every drop. Is it hot in here or is it just me?