He made no attempt to hide his delight with my red nails. Catching him staring at them, I started purposefully leading his eyes to my mouth, breasts, then exposed thighs beneath my dress, directing his gaze with my crimson tips....
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Love is a fetish
When Floss included my image in her Sinful Sunday Weekly Round-up 401, she wrote, “One of the things I love about Nikki’s images are that they make me feel like a voyeur. They don’t seem like posed images for our...
Go on...Struggling to open her eyes, lids heavy and that light…Where the fuck was that light coming from? It was too bright. She reached to shield her eyes with her hands and realized her hands were tied securely above her head....
Go on...“Good girl” a gravely voice growled into her ear, easing all of her tension instantly.
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