Il mio nuovo cane bimbo
The words hang in the air for less than a second. She barely has time to gasp before the purple energy crashes into her. Her oversized t-shirt rips down the middle, the fabric sliding off her shoulders as her chest surges forward, heavy and sensitive, nipples stiffening against the cool air. The shorts vanish next. A thin white thong snaps into place between her thighs, already damp. She stumbles, skin flushed, body rewriting itself into something softer, fuller, needier.
“Leash.”
The word pulls her down. Her knees hit the floor hard. Hands slam forward. She arches without thinking, spine curving, ass lifting high as the energy swirls around her hips and thighs. A collar forms tight around her throat, the leash materializing and pulling taut toward something unseen. Every breath makes the collar press, every tiny tug sends a hot pulse straight between her legs. She tries to stay quiet, but a low, broken sound slips out anyway.
“Lead me…”
This is my first film. I’m finally sharing a fetish I’ve kept private for a long time, and I’d be truly grateful for every purchase and every bit of support. I already have the full story planned that leads into these scenes—this is only the beginning.