Controlled by Her Leather Gloves

Thinking about nylons and thinking about gloves.
Thinking about worshiping Divine Domino again.
As she runs her gloves around his throat, and mouth.
The touch takes him to another world of subspace. Divine Domino states how she could have her wicked way with him, as her leather gloves trace his body and then cover his mouth, literally taking his breath away.

Each palm over the mouth taking the breath for longer and longer each time

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