First Time Sissy – Tome 2 : Don’t leave a drop

The night had unraveled into disaster—my confidence shaken, my spirit dimmed. But just when I thought all was lost, he appeared: a refined gentleman, fifty and effortlessly charming.

In the dim glow of Paris, his presence felt like a lifeline.

As we walked, I spotted a narrow porch, half-hidden by climbing ivy, tucked away from the streetlights. I slowed my pace, then gently took his hand—just enough to guide him toward it.

I was determined not to let a single drop escape from my mouth.

Join me in my Sissy Erotica Odyssey : call me Madame!