The tender flesh of a good boy wrapped in strong arms. Poisoned by the sweetness of her nectar. Beating hearts. Rolling breath. She places a kiss on his adoring face and he slips from this physical realm. One heart beat. Hers. Soft sighs. His. A moment i
I feel the most empowered when I wear pink 💕 reminder that a Domme doesn’t have to be the stereotypical leather clad mistress to be sexy, intimidating and powerful!
