I'm not always a savage. Sure, I'll edge him until he's weeping and begging for chastity, and then instead of locking him up I'll smack his cock and balls around until it ceases to amuse me ... but there's the softer side of Mine, where he can disappear for hours and get lost beneath Me ... where he can inhale Me until he feels Me flowing in his bloodstream, coursing through his veins. I've crept inside his mind, body, soul, where there's no escape.

I hover over his face and let him love My soft, supple cheeks. He cranes his neck to worship while his hands are pinned under my soft ... Show more