When dominatrix goes to get mail, you know something sexy & wrong is going to happen. She fans herself with unwanted paper, her creamy curves undulating on spiral steps. She begins to tear up undesired missives, her perky, milky melons popping out of her slinky white dress. Unable to contain her need to dominate unworthy, she grinds her gorgeous heel into mail before exposing her pretty clam, stream of urine staining post. She takes rest of it to forest, where her smooth, naked body plays delicately with fire, burning hated correspondence to ash. She does victory dance above ruins, her luscious curves grinding to an unknown beat, again marking her dominance by champagne fountain on last of junk mail.
