Ms Fatale chooses her dudes to be afraid of her, and that?s what she instils in her slaves, a healthy dose of terror to embark things off. Let me see you grovel, come one, smooch my, and she sees with fascination as he impatiently crawls across the floor to her, pleading with his bod, smooching her feet. Ms Fatale has the most amazing boots on, they say a lot about her. Classy, sexy, powerful, lots of acute edges. She crushes down on him, grinding his face hard down into the ground, then releases him to idolize her yet again, all for her amusement.
