WSB Closure

I stared to see if I could catch your eyes. It is always a game with you. You peck your domme. It doesn’t phase me. I wait for the cock to join you. Again, the little hen follows her lovers in third place. A wind of white privilege blows against me. Tick tock. I am right again. You grasp her fingers and she will turn and give me a stern eye beating. It is rather comical. I am the monster inside of your head. TBH, I only wish you the best. It does appear all is well- finally have healthy hips and ass to grab.