Mood: Gagging you, binding your hands behind your back and securing a vibe against you by slipping it inside your tights and then masturbating or teasing you with my hand on my strap while watching you squirm, drool, and make wet patches in your clinging sheer fabric increasingly getting more desperate and needy. Go ahead, beg me for some type of relief with your eyes as I muse out loud about all the things I could do to you, kitten.

















