What is it about suspenders that makes him want to ping them? Stretched across that softest skin. Functional by design and yet so painfully sexy. When he runs his hand up my leg and pauses... Just before he snaps them sharply against my thigh... holding me in suspense whilst playing with my suspenders. Click the kiss to see...
Laying here in the semi darkness waiting for him to touch me. I can hear his breathing. I can sense him watching me. The anticipation grows and so do the butterflies as I lay spread out before him. Totally helpless. Who else is sinning this sunday? click the kiss and find out. ">
They look almost sad. Hanging there. A reminder of how you were in my bed just a short while before and I felt content and fulfilled. Just like the cuffs. And now they, like my bed... and my heart are temporarily empty. Click below to see the other sinners. >
A second skin, I love how latex clings to my curves. Like static silk with a glossy shine. Smooth and inviting to the fingers, almost naked but not quite. Externally cool and impassive, internally hot and sticky. And that's just the latex... See who else is sinning by clicking the kiss 💋 ">