The Impish Financial Domina
Lady Laveau
Well, these sweet little flats are worn OUT, and I want them to go to a good home. I've had these for years, but because they don't have very much support, I think that it's high time to replace them. Especially seeing as I wear them all of the time! You can see the print of my pretty feet along the bottom.
My feet have a slightly sweet scent, so no, they aren't going to make you gag upon opening the parcel. I don't think that any amount of wear, from me, could ever make that happen. lolSend me a private message, to chat, and your offer. Western Union, footstools!
There's no going back, panty boy. I'm controlling your toy one sniff and stroke at a time!
It isn't just the way that the lingerie hugs my curves, you love knowing that this small, sexy bit of fabric has been held taut against my soft skin and is covered in every scent that drives you wild. The sweet, scent of my beautiful kitten, the spicy scent of my ass, and every bead of sweat after a workout.
You CRAVE Me.
The combination of my addicting scent doesn't happen over night, it takes DAYS of wear. Imagine what it would be like having your panty Queen sitting on your face, teasing you with what I'll never let you have; so close you can almost taste it. Go on, panty boy, keep jerking that little toy for me, and and pray that I'll give you sweet release as you lick them clean.
You're weak for my curves, we both know it. It'll be much easier when you give in to what I want, stop being selfish, and start licking.
When all that is left is a faint trace of my sweet scent, you're going to place it in hot water, and sip my essence as a heavenly, soothing tea. Then, you'll store them away for safe keeping, until I allow you to taste another.
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