Home Artists Posts Import Register

Content

Felicia had come into the room wearing a tightly closed trenchcoat, much as she might wear to cover her catsuit and wear it as street clothes. When she took it off, however, she wasn’t wearing her normal costume, but a low-cut bodysuit of black leather, leaving her long legs exposed as well as most of her breasts. Her nipples would be visible if it weren’t for her trademark white fur trim. Spiked heels made her seem even taller and more imposing. “Look at me,” she ordered Sasha. “What do you see, you piece of shit?” Sasha snarled right back, tearing at the webbing holding her down. “A whore for Spider-Man! A cock-sucking, cum-drinking whore!” Felicia smiled suddenly, putting the lie to her dominatrix act. Some people really thought she went in for that sort of thing, like that bint from Gotham. She wasn’t the one who used a whip. “Good. We match.”

Files

Comments

No comments found for this post.