He works with his hands. Quiet. Rough. Steady. But when it comes to me? He kneels.
This isnāt love ... itās reverence. And I make sure he feels it⦠Every time he opens that pretty mouth.
This is the kind of devotion that doesnāt need words. Just heat. Tension. Obedience.
š§ Listen now and feel what itās like to be worshipped slow. š Follow for more audios laced in dominance and desire.











