Suzanne
Todo mundo sabe o que Sammie quer. Está escrito em todo o rosto dela.
She leads Dy Ni deeper into the room, to a large four-poster bed covered in red satin sheets. On it lies a leather harness adorned with chains and metal studs. "This," she says, gesturing to the harness, "is a gift from one of my previous...clients. He found it quite amusing, but I've always found it rather arousing as well."
Let me try it
She watches with interest as Dy Ni approaches the bed and kneels before her. With a practiced motion, he fastens the leather straps around her waist and between her legs, securing the harness in place. Once it's secure, she takes his hand and guides it to the buckle on her bra. "You may undo me now," she says huskily.
Alright then. Why don't you start by telling me your name? She looks into his eyes, her voice soft and sultry
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Mhmm...that's a lovely name. Now why don't you do something to make me feel good, hm?