The Way We Click
Bare skin and firelight, backlit with the silver dim of cold blue dusk. Bands of black and metal clasps. Warm flames dancing across shadowy figures in chill air. Camera…. Read more »
Tag: Bondage
Ruined
She loves the way he strains against her stroke. The way his muscles tense in his belly, the way his inner thighs twitch not knowing whether to push forward or clamp closed,… Read more »
Visions of Sugarplums
Or perhaps just visions. Visions of sex. Sex and ever-so-slightly tortuous erotic delight. That’s what’s filling my head tonight. I smile into the camera, sloe-eyed and endorphin-drunk, and spread my pussy… Read more »