I love flustering sweet little things. I love telling them how soft they are, and adorable and weak and fragile they are. How I could pin them down with so much easy, just to softly kiss their heads. I love making them a blushing, stammering mess that will yearn to be all Mine.
tying him up and taking absolutely everything from him. squirm, cry, whimper, i donโt care. you orgasm whenever i say, because your milk belongs to me. i will bring out every ounce of pleasure from his body