The picnic basket was packed with all the essentials: fresh fruit, sweet wine, and one bashful, beautiful knight in pastel lace. Mash giggled as flower petals clung to her thighs, her cheeks a deeper pink than the strawberries she fed to her Master.
But when fingers lingered too long and lips found skin instead of fruitβ¦
Letβs just say dessert came early. But Master didn't.
XOXO, Ashleigh
Andreas S.
2025-04-13 15:10:19 +0000 UTC