Pining pleasures

My heel finds it's cradle soft to trot between blades of shoulder and spine. Impatient eyes beloving indentions bruising and blushing reds fastening it's fetish of bitten flesh beneath mines. Symphonic sighs breathes in wanted wailings, bent and broken, femininity dominates chauvinistic aggression from behind. My Draconian Bitch pained and polished in hand always angry and hard in the worshiped crossings of whispered lines.