Mistress in black latex catsuit needs Her footstool slave
The heavy doors of the grand hall creaked open, spilling golden light onto the cold marble floor. Silence blanketed the room, broken only by the sharp staccato of heels echoing through the cavernous space. All eyes turned toward Her, Mistress of Midnight. cocooned in a black latex catsuit that seemed painted onto Her superlative figure, …
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