It all starts with facesitting. It always starts with facesitting. My boy has fallen so far down the QGP rabbit hole so quickly. When I'm great at literally everything, how is any man expected to stay sane, let alone a weak-willed, suggestible slave like Mine?

I wear striped dark stockings and a pair of flowy pink satin shorts with black trim, covering a solid black thong that's paper-thin. When I play around with the fit and fabrics, he moans and stretches to stay close to me -- never shying away, trying to sneak in a breath I didn't grant him.

No edges this time. It's al...

It all starts with facesitting. It always starts with facesitting. My boy has fallen so far down the QGP rabbit hole so quickly. When I'm great at literally everything, how is any man expected to stay sane, let alone a weak-willed, suggestible slave like Mine?

I wear striped dark stockings and a pair of flowy pink satin shorts with black trim, covering a solid black thong that's paper-thin. When I play around with the fit and fabrics, he moans and stretches to stay close to me -- never shying away, trying to sneak in a breath I didn't grant him.

No edges this time. It's all about My ass. My ass, on his face. I want him focused. He needs to stop thinking about his dick and remember that in addition to the whole of Me ... he gets his primary itch scratched on a daily basis. And everything I used to threaten him with, he now BEGS Me for. Let's make sure he appreciates it.

Breath play. How many times do I count to five and then raise up to give him a sip of air? Watch closely and see where I lift up, for how long ... or if I do. Then One KO at the very end. The cherry on top.