Lay Down, Mouth Open, Chug Down my Toes and Wimper "Thank you Miss". If You're Lucky, I Might See Fit to Assign You to Worship My Ass Next. [OC] [Domme]
[domme] [oc] you want to make me smile, don’t you? that puny pea shooter won’t cut it, but i’ll tolerate your presence if you send. you know that’s all you’re good for.