ThePrincessLuxy

Two little pasties, my hands as the only bra, and I still whisper you all the way to a ruined finish without ever giving you the last

Low light, low voice, lower expectations.

By the time the count hit zero you weren't really arguing with anything anymore. Your wrist had

Slow ruin, no hands. Just my voice on your prostate and my tits in your eyeline. It's time to find out exactly how loud you get when I take