They preen at the compliments, hips pushing back immediately when they feel Justin's touch. Their body fits, as always, perfectly into his wide palms as if they had been tailored somehow - custom made - just for him.
Monty's never felt particularly lucky in their life. Except when it came to this.
Their waist tilts and their legs try to spread even wider, the chains and jewelry adoring the core of them swaying and clinking melodically as they move. With each breath they take, their small breasts rise and fall, dusky nipples hard and perky with arousal and anticipation.
They'd do anything to get fucked right this moment. They vaguely think of asking even for the handle of the paddle - but they bite their lip, knowing that if they were patient, if they obeyed they would deserve their Patron's cock at the end.
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Monty's never felt particularly lucky in their life. Except when it came to this.
Their waist tilts and their legs try to spread even wider, the chains and jewelry adoring the core of them swaying and clinking melodically as they move. With each breath they take, their small breasts rise and fall, dusky nipples hard and perky with arousal and anticipation.
They'd do anything to get fucked right this moment. They vaguely think of asking even for the handle of the paddle - but they bite their lip, knowing that if they were patient, if they obeyed they would deserve their Patron's cock at the end.