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No lens. No flash. Just his eyes, and the way they stripped me bare.
He didn’t touch at first—he hovered, worshipped, watched. And when I knelt between his legs, still bound, I knew this wasn’t about capturing an image.
This was about creating a memory he’d never be able to erase.
🔞 Best enjoyed alone, with headphones… and one hand free.
💋 More at forbiddenkitty.com
By Forbidden KittyNo lens. No flash. Just his eyes, and the way they stripped me bare.
He didn’t touch at first—he hovered, worshipped, watched. And when I knelt between his legs, still bound, I knew this wasn’t about capturing an image.
This was about creating a memory he’d never be able to erase.
🔞 Best enjoyed alone, with headphones… and one hand free.
💋 More at forbiddenkitty.com