BDSM throne

I perch on my throne, cigarette dangling from crimson lips, exhaling smoke that curls like a whip’s lash. My fishnet-clad legs cross, heel dangling precariously, as I eye my quivering slave hidden beneath the black shroud. “Kneel deeper, worm,” I purr, grinding the ash into your unworthy flesh. My cross pendant sways mockingly over my … Luxury Diva – More Valuable Than Gold