Is he not the greediest? He never knows when enough is enough. Begging for an impromptu smother, I put on the mask, unzip my skirt, and hop right on his face in my nylons. He caresses, rubs, inhales the fabric, and I keep him stupidly delirious. There's no point in talking to this shell of a slave tonight when his suffering is so exquisite. I'm engrossed watching him endure exactly what he requested until he hates it, regrets begging for it in the first place ... miserably denied with a rock-hard cock.

He's beginning to learn that I really do not care what happens to him as long as... Show more