Collared brunette slave with gagball in mouth licks blonde domina's leather boot

Yes, Mistress Morgan.

Ha ha, that's right. Eyes on the ground, never look at me.

Okay.

So, on your hands and knees crawling towards me, you think you got what it takes to be my next slave.

Kiss my heel. Kiss it!

I didn't hear it. Make it sound succuous like you're biting into a fucking peach.

Ooh, a little bit, a little bit more. I like that.

Like a peach, a Georgia fucking peach.

Oh, alright. You little pink tutu.

You're my slave and you show up in a fucking Barbie doll outfit.

What were you thinking?

Not much. I like it black and I like it red. Mostly black.

Get on your stomach. Face me, slave, and lay on here. Head up on your stomach, feet that way.

I'm gonna have to redress you, 'cause my slaves don't dress in fucking pink.

I like 'em black, red, anything but pink.

Don't come to my charade, my house.

Like this. Put your leg up there. Come on, throw it over.

No, I'm not doing the fucking leg work. Throw your leg over.

Spread 'em.

Mm, mm, mm. So, tell me what you think you can add to my dungeon.

How are you gonna be a beneficial slave? You may speak. Tell me. What are you gonna do different?

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