Perverse Slave Kisses – If I Want To, They Are Gay
I perch on my throne, clad in gleaming black latex, crop poised like a serpent. My crimson-masked pet grovels naked, tattooed flesh quivering. I command the pathetic elder slave to press his lips against the latex snout, forcing a twisted, forbidden kiss that shatters their dignity. With sadistic glee, I lash his exposed manhood, drawing … Perverse Slave Kisses – If I Want To, They Are Gay