Living Christmas Tree – Celebrating Bdsm Christmas
I circle my bound plaything, his body crucified on the cross, skin taut and begging for my touch. With wicked glee, I pierce his flesh—nipples, scrotum, thighs—hooking glittering orbs that dangle like trophies of his surrender. His chastised cock strains in its cage as I add more, turning him into my grotesque holiday ornament, moans … Living Christmas Tree – Celebrating Bdsm Christmas