My leather-loving, sweat-licking puppy: Giada is bound and used by Matriarch Ezada Sinn

I have Giada bound, utterly helpless—exactly where she belongs: my panting, desperate little leather-clad puppy. She trembles at the sight of me in tight black leather, aching to press against my boots. But before she earns even that privilege, I claim her senses: I shove her face into my arse, forcing her to inhale my scent, drenched in sweat, leather, and sheer pantyhose. Slowly, I strip off my leather, revealing the wetness beneath—nothing but pantyhose and desire. Her tongue obeys, worshipping my armpits, my skin, while she grinds against my clit—pure tease, no relief. I care not for her pleas; her mouth exists