Josh never showed up in Minnesota for his session to celebrate our birthdays. It's now been a full six months since he's enjoyed the privilege of begging to be beneath me, under me, overtaken by me. For now this will have to tide you over, Josh. The summertime heat has you melting into me, unable to resist. I'm only getting meaner and more merciless, Josh. You never know what's in store for you, and I promise it's so much more than you can imagine. You're putty between my thighs. Reverse tucked into me, sitting on the floor, figure-4, and then treated to a deep dive into my ass ... only to be trapped face-first while I plank and feel you collapse behind me. You're my subby ragdoll, and your sweaty delirium only activates my primal drive. I can't seem to leave you alone, even after I'm sure you've had your fill. After this session, imagine how it'll feel when I greet you at the lobby in your downtown hotel in these same Capezzani patent leather gator boots. Imagine how you'll swell when you hear the leather creak as I cross my ankles on my stool? No panty line as a clue, but how will you handle it when your hand grazes my waist and you feel the certain presence of a garter belt? Everything about me is designed to torment you, pet. You wouldn't have it any other way.