Under candlelight and gloss, Roni leads a midnight séance of stockings, moans, and obedience. Spirits may fade—but your devotion to her won’t.
During Locktober, Roni’s pink corset tightens with every whisper of obedience. A haunting tease of chastity, pleasure, and control only she commands.
Standing with my hands on my hips, my dark brown hair, pulled back into a sloppy ponytail. Light make-up for today because it calls for it. I chose to wear a my leather cat suit, my zipper pulled down to…
Sweetness can be punishment when your keyholder has the only release you crave.
💄🌹The door creaked open, and there he was—Dad, thick thighs squeezed into lace panties, a dildo buried deep in his ass. Ass eating had clearly been on his mind before I walked in, because his lips were glistening with spit,…