Jewelry Fetish And Extreme Smoke
I lean in close, my diamond choker glinting like a noose of luxury, exhaling thick smoke into your desperate face. “Kneel, worm,” I hiss, lighting three cigarettes at once, their embers mirroring the fire in my eyes. My black-nailed fingers trace my curves, unbuttoning just enough to tease your breaking will. You’ll crawl for a … Jewelry Fetish And Extreme Smoke