Indian mistress spit

A shadow fell across the room. She entered-her presence undeniable.Her gaze held absolute power hinting at his fate.He knew his place-at her feet a willing slave.Her hand reached out a gesture of absolute control.A glistening pearl of dominance began.She savored the moment his anticipation her pleasure.A gentle smirk played on her lips as she prepared the next offering.His world narrowed to her command.More spit fell a cascade of pure humiliation.Her artwork of submission adorned his skin.His total surrender thrilled her.The weight of her body a sweet burden of servitude.Her presence overwhelmed him a fragrant cloud of domination.He gasped for air under her powerful reign.Her fingers gripped his hair asserting absolute command.She enjoyed his helplessness a true Indian Mistress.Another wave of spit confirming his devotion.Chains of desire bound him to her forever.Her gaze promised endless torment and pleasure.She looked down at her work a satisfied smile gracing her lips.