Listen to the creak of My skin tight, black leather gloves as you are psychologically edged by My leather and My voice. Cold, tight and commanding, you will dream of My gloves, and their grip of dominion over you.
Listen to the creak of My skin tight, black leather gloves as you are psychologically edged by My leather and My voice. Cold, tight and commanding, you will dream of My gloves, and their grip of dominion over you.