Natalie Minx, a leg enchantress, knows your gaze is hers to command. This towering brunette vixen revels in your desire, your hand wrapped around your aching cock, stroking at her bidding. She’s untouched by your fervor, yet relishes your surrender, each pulse of your pleasure a testament to her power.
Observe her, footboy, as she slips into her Cuban-heeled seamed stockings, her touch reverent, ensuring no snag mars her perfection. She’s your goddess, after all, and you yearn to kneel, to worship her French-manicured feet, to trace those seams upwards, calf to thigh.
“Your cock may throb, but don’t dare touch it,” she purrs, a sneer playing on her lips. “This is my show, and I dictate when you spill. We both know the rules, and they place me in charge.”
