YourGoddessLeyla

Your face was made for me to use as a chair, and your tongue was made to lick my feet. You are a slave, destined to fulfill my every whim.

Blue lace, wet fingers, and some very dirty thoughts running through my head.
I'm almost ready…
and you're not even on your knees yet.
Want

Delicate feet in white socks, tightly laced with red laces around the ankles.
They rest on a white sheet, slightly stretched out and

I sat down this way on purpose so you could see everything.
The sheer fabric hides nothing—it just shows who you belong to right now.
Do