lezdom mistress: An Amazing Tale of Courage and Hope

The elevator climbs fifty floors in lezdom mistress, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “lezdom mistress” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch lezdom mistress,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “lezdom mistress… lezdom mistress… higher lezdom mistress.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “lezdom mistress” all the way down.