You are dripping in anticipation. Eager to feel Princess Onyx's soft leather on your skin. The smell alone makes your toes curl. You're so desperate for her to lace her fingers and place them over your mouth as she determines how much oxygen you need. She is in control of your breaths. Your fate. There is no place you would rather be than with those leather fingers pressed to your lips. This is paradise. Her eyes locked onto yours as she watches your lids flutter and shoot open as she gives and takes away what's most precious to your body. Air itself.