Silver-Haired Siren: A Couchside Encounter of Passionate Surrender

From the landing at the top of the stairs he got his first glimpse of the hallway he’d heard his numerous mistresses traverse throughout the course of the evening. XXX He shivered, hearing her open the ice-chest she’d brought from the freezer, and then winced as he felt something even colder than the water work its way between his butt cheeks. The girl who now owned him utterly. “Not god. Piggy stood, gaping at her beautiful naked chest. “UH. “Clean the floor with your tongue while your mistress find’s her medicine” Sir called from the kitchen. He tested it lightly, finding it, like the duct-tape, hopelessly effective. Piggy obeys, without hesitation, and whatever you’re ordered to do, you do it well.”
He nodded, understanding, more confidently tugging the slack through her buckle,