My strap-on training skills are persuasive, to say the least. Men tremble at the sight of my 10 inches of vinyl pleasure and see the gleam in my eyes as I stroke it. Few can resist. Most beg for more ... deeper ... harder . Greedy little sluts, bent over and whimpering with pleasure ... gagged with my panties if needs be to muffle their moans.
Perhaps the oxygen deprivation from intense face sitting and queening is what makes them weaken in their judgement. Who can resist my persuasive skills?
Are you next in line for your training? Submit your arse to me in Belfast City Centre this weekend!
xxx
Pru