Behind Closed Doors: Nine Forbidden Nights
I increase my stroking, loving the feel of my milky juice slide around on my fingers, even in the middle of my hot waterfall.
“Are you going to be a good boy from now on?” Iimagine asking him, as I get him away from the wall, and away from his punishment corner.
His butt is warm from my loving, committed attention.
My submissive nods. “Your best boy,” he murmurs. As he speaks, his dick bobs.
Inside and outside of my fantasy, the sight drives me wild. Makes me want to release him, but I can’t. Not until he’s finished with me.