Sinful Sunday: The calm after the storm

There’s the storm, and there’s the calm afterwards. My slave was tired, with that lovely deep soreness, and blissed out, and she kind of passed out. 

I took this while I was on the way getting us a cup of tea, nature’s other great restorative.  And I had to wonder which was sexier: her ass or her stripey socks. Obviously her ass came in far ahead on points, but sexiness was the winner on the day. 

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