The silent plaything of Mistress Lexy Noir: tickle torment and human ashtray

Description: Bound and utterly helpless, he exists only for mistress lexy noir’s amusement. a mere toy in her grasp, he dares to let a giggle escape as her fingers graze his trembling flesh. unacceptable. a swift strip of tape seals his lips: his muffled protests silenced, as they should be. now, she may indulge herself without interruption.with a smoldering cigarette between her fingers, she tests his endurance, exploring the most sensitive places, watching him writhe under the relentless torment of her touch. but he is more than just a tickling toy: he is also her ashtray. every flick of burning embers finds its mark in his outstretched palm. no spilling. no mistakes. no matter how much he squirms.at the house of sinn, he has two purposes, and failure is not an option.