At the foot of my command, she finds her true dimension. Seated on this chair as if on a makeshift throne, I watch from above as her devotion becomes flesh and desire. She is on her knees, in a pose that brooks no argument, ready to quench her thirst for a pleasure that only I can dispense. Her every curve is an invitation, a line drawn for the enjoyment of the attentive observer who, from the shadows, witnesses the fulfillment of a ritual as ancient as the world: the moment when the bride ceases to be a bride and becomes a pure instrument of the Bull.
mi fanno impazzire le tue foto è quello che desidero !!!bendato e rionoscere quel che fate dai rumori e dagli odori mmmmm e poi alla fine succhiarle la figa piena del tuo sp