Anna was lithe. Wicked eyes, deep auburn hair to her shoulders and cheek bones to cut yourself on. Till now she’d been the one with the dark sense of humor that favored oversized sweaters and converse. NOW she owned the room. Now she walked in with each pair of eyes upon her as every heel strike sounded out until she was before me. The power she exuded was like being pinned by a blast of godly wind. A statement of domination in the otherwise girly room. I could feel myself shrink back yet crave what she offered.
She wore and odd half mask that covered her eyes but went upwards and had cute ears that pointed up. But cute like a doberman is cute. Her tits were circled in leather, a framing device, nothing more – but black and thick, the leather pushing into her flesh in placed. The nipples surprisingly large for her frame, but definitely enjoying the moment, just like mine. Those heels belonged to blood red boots that ran to her knees and matched the red collar at her throat, but her lace gloved hands were now enjoying and adjusting what had been captivating lust-me since I saw her; one humongous black strap-on dildo that she wore as clearly queen of the hill.