Miss Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore- -

Miss Donnerbusen stepped back, letting the chain swing gently, the padlock clinking softly as it caught the light. She lifted her own hand, revealing the tiny, gleaming stud she’d hidden beneath the strap of her corset—an elegant, ruby‑red jewel that pulsed with a soft, inner glow. She pressed it against Jace’s wrist, the warmth of the stone seeping into his skin, a silent promise of pleasure to come.

He nodded, his breath catching. “Yes, ma’am.” Miss Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore-

She smiled, a fierce, unapologetic grin that lit her eyes. “Then we start now.” Miss Donnerbusen stepped back, letting the chain swing

“Now,” she said, voice barely above a whisper, “let’s make this night unforgettable.” Miss Donnerbusen stepped back