The desire of taking or being taken…
Black leather garters overlay a laced corset and cling to smooth curves that hold up black stockings at the thigh; contoured legs are accented by the strap at the top of her heels. She isn’t wearing panties and her white skin is a dramatic contrast to the leather and silk. She is shaven and the slit between her legs is centred between the two front straps of the garter as she positions one leg in front another.
Crush
The painting was the partial face of a woman with short red hair and alabaster skin; her lips were painted red, and her mouth was forced open by a red ball gag — a black leather strap crossed her cheek and disappeared under her hair. A long strand of drool fell from her lower lip and was lost in the luminescence of her skin at the bottom of the painting.
Trust me
In the darkness she spoke about cane on flesh and about the point when I would come to desire more. She went on about the coarseness of jute rope and how the body takes on a blissful state when tied correctly. Gently caressed my cock, she talked about restraining me, milking my prostrate by candlelight, and watching my cock throb before cum spurted out all over my stomach.