Tuberose
I smirk.
It's been a while since I visited her, and tonight, I decided to indulge in her presence. She's my captive, my submissive, my escape from the complexities of the world. With a sinister smile, I make my way to her, anticipation coursing through me like a drug.
As I enter her room, her eyes light up, a mixture of fear and excitement dancing within them. She's a masterpiece of my creation, a canvas upon which I paint my darkest desires. The scent of her arousal fills the air, and I revel in the power I hold over her.
Bab Populer