Mistress Porcelain’s intense gaze conceals her devious mind. Imagine her long hair brushing against your back as the restraints tighten on your wrists. You’re immobile. Face down. Eyes covered. There is a long stretch of silence and then you are startled by a whisper right against your ear, “Are you ready for this?” You would answer…if it weren’t for the gag in your mouth.
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