ニッキーのドレスの荒廃

I like to rip clothes off. The older the clothes, the better. A strange feeling of deliverance from sins. Getting rid of something old. And the exposure to the beauty of the male body. I think you understand my thoughts. I tied Nicky's hands and hung him from the ceiling. Then I didn't like his clothes. She's superfluous on this beautiful body. I began to rip at his clothes. First a T-shirt, then jeans. Nothing should hide his beautiful naked body from my gaze. And I love to touch his body.