- Joined
- Apr 17, 2011
Ivy stood in her black-and-yellow striped stocking, wearing a short skirt as a bulge was clearly seen in her panties, which were unseen, yet made a mark big enough to notice. Her black and yellow fedora hanged loosely off her slightly grey hair, her smiling. "My dear, come and get your meal," she said. She was going to screw her slave harder than ever, her body feeling as hot as oven as she stood there, really wanting to let it loose.