Nicht lieferbar
You can feel the evil in them, just with one glance. The shaved head, heavy boots used to kick the shit out of those that have crossed them, the sneer that intimates those around them. And damn, if all that and more makes me crave to kneel before them and lick their white laced boots. While it is deeply hidden, service to the skins is something I have craved for a while now. Living here in London has allowed me to see skins almost on a daily basis. I never really knew how far my submissive streak went until I finally came face to face with one skin.