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