Nadia White is a Goddess

Goddess Nadia White sees straight through eriq the second he crawls into her dungeon, a ball gag jammed in his mouth, drool already slicking his chin. Business heels click across concrete as she stops, tits straining against a tight blouse, and she laughs like he’s already finished. "Pathetic mutt," she spits, shoving his face into the puppy bowl. He laps whatever she gave him while she mocks every swallow, each filthy word sinking deeper until his dignity leaks out with the drool. He hates it and he craves it at the same time. When she peels off the skirt and sits back, his face disappears under that ass, smothered, worshipping, gasping for whatever air she allows. Her feet press down next; he kisses, licks, thanks her. Every insult lands like a slap and every slap makes him harder. He belongs here. She knows it. So does he.