Hooked on My Heels, Obsessed with My Pantyhosefeaturing Iamanitta

to me… the way I cross my legs, the way I sit above you, powerful and in control, makes you crave more than you ever admit.
You love imagining everywhere these heels have been, how they smell, how they feel… like you need them. You want to get closer, to worship, to surrender, to prove how badly you crave me. And I love watching you try to handle it… because even when I “go slow,” I still make you melt.

So come closer, April. Watch. Crave. Obey.
Maybe — if you behave like a good girl — I’ll let you have what you’re desperate for… but tonight you’ve already had more than you deserve.