breastfeeding femdom: Tales of Mystery, Courage, and Triumph

Elegant evening gown drops to the floor in “breastfeeding femdom”, revealing black stockings and garter only. She sits on velvet in “breastfeeding femdom”, spreading slowly to tease shaved smoothness. A pearl thong is pulled aside in “breastfeeding femdom”, pearls rubbing directly on her clit with every hip roll. The rhythm builds in “breastfeeding femdom” until she’s grinding desperately, elegant facade shattered by raw need. When she cums in “breastfeeding femdom”, it’s silent at first—then a guttural scream as her body shakes, pearls soaked. “breastfeeding femdom” closes with her sliding the dripping thong off and sucking the pearls clean.