A bevy of slaves kneeling at your feet, each one quivering in anticipation of your hand sliding asessingly over her ass, reaching down to tweak a nipple, Will you choose the one who gasps in delight, or cringes in fear. Perhaps the hunter in you wants
A bevy of slaves kneeling at your feet, each one quivering in anticipation of your hand sliding asessingly over her ass, reaching down to tweak a nipple, Will you choose the one who gasps in delight, or cringes in fear. Perhaps the hunter in you wants