Spicy Hot
Déessei can't sleep until i feel your touchi can feel you tremble when we touchcraving your touchwhen we touch i get this feeling
— On your knees.
His order is a lash. I grit my teeth, but obey. The floor is cold beneath my leather knee pads, the dress sliding up my thighs as I kneel, exposing the lace thong that conceals nothing. Murmurs ripple through the audience. Someone snickers. A woman to my right parts her lips, licking her bottom lip, her fingers already buried between her thighs.