Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
A velvet-lined drawer slid open, revealing her tools of destruction.
Straps. Toys. Lube. Silk ties. An obsidian-black strap-on, already glistening.
Kamara gasped.
“You’re going to watch me put it on,” Nia commanded. “And when I tell you to kneel, you’re going to open that pretty little mouth and worship it. Got it?”
Kamara nodded, breath ragged. “Yes.”
Nia stripped her uniform shirt slowly, muscles flexing. She stood there, half-nude, leather harness hugging her hips, the thick cock jutting out proudly.