Naked except for the thin gold chain around my neck, I lower mys, Belfast – 35

Naked except for the thin gold chain around my neck, I lower myself gracefully to the floor, mouth open, tongue extended. Choke me with your thickness—push until my nose meets your skin and my throat convulses in grateful spasms.

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Pound my face raw, let drool cascade onto my chest while my eyes plead for more. Once my lips are swollen and voice raspy, turn me over the leather ottoman and invade every slick, eager hole—alternating deep, punishing thrusts that make me arch and moan into the cushions. Mark me freely: teeth on shoulders, handprints on ass, cum streaked across my back like violent brushstrokes. Five-star views outside, absolute debauchery inside. I want to leave painted in your signature, aching and owned. Your private gallery awaits its next session.