• Type GirlNexDoor / TroubleMaker / BrattyPrincess / SoftDom
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deep squats in the gym and humiliation of a tiny dick 😜 

friendly conversations and endless flirting 💦

smiles on face and a demon in eyes😈

I'm sure this spoiled princess 👸🏼

will make you laugh or cry 🤔

admire and want more🤤

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Сome into my world and stay forever 💞😇

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HELLO☺️

Welcome to my page of cookin g and teasing 😏

deep squats in the gym and humiliation of a tiny dick 😜 

friendly conversations and endless flirting 💦

smiles on face and a demon in eyes😈

I'm sure this spoiled princess 👸🏼

will make you laugh or cry 🤔

admire and want more🤤

cum or edge 😏😈🫢

Сome into my world and stay forever 💞😇

CUSTOM- 15 $ 1 MIN

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You’re the Maid

He came over in a white shirt, still thinking he was a guest.
The maid uniform was already waiting on the chair. Black dress, white apron, bow. He picked it up and said it was women’s clothing. I told him to put it on and not look in the mirror — look at me.
He tied the bow himself. Then I put him on his knees. In this house he stays down until I say stand. That was the moment he stopped being a man in my living room.
He cooked. Brought the tray. Said it was hot. I didn’t care what he thought was normal. I eat. He watches. The tray goes by my feet, not on the table. On the floor. Stay.
After that — bucket, mop, the whole room. Slow. I wanted to watch him work. He said he already washed it that morning. I didn’t ask. When he finished I sent him back to the spot by my heel. Again. Until the floor looked more expensive than him.
Then yesterday’s black heels. Cream. Brush. Hands. Until the leather mirrored my face. When it finally did, he kissed the toe of the shoe and thanked me.
He asked if he could speak. I told him to take the tray and sit by the sofa — not on it. On the floor. Be a pretty thing in an apron. I say when he’s useful.
At the door he asked if he could be normal at home.
No.
The apron stays on until he’s out the door. Tomorrow at eight. Same uniform. At home he is not normal. He is the one who carries the tray and kisses my heel. Tomorrow he starts with the floor. I like when the house smells like he worked.
He left in the apron.
He comes back tomorrow.
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