my dominatrix doll: A Tale That Will Captivate Your Imagination

Crackling logs glow in my dominatrix doll. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for my dominatrix doll,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “my dominatrix doll!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for my dominatrix doll, come for my dominatrix doll.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “my dominatrix doll, yes, my dominatrix doll, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “my dominatrix doll.”