Horny Dream Breasts – You Can Look But Do Not Touch Loser
Kneel, pathetic slave, as I recline on this ebony altar, my tattooed flesh a canvas of conquered souls. The silver cross sways like a noose over your fate. With deliberate cruelty, I unveil my divine orbs, sealing them with crimson crucifixes that burn like infernal brands. Crave the agony of denial as I fondle these … Horny Dream Breasts – You Can Look But Do Not Touch Loser