Princessjunexo

Don’t pretend you’re “just looking.” I know exactly what happens to you when you see me like this: long legs, black velvet, sitting pretty

My fur isn’t for warmth.
It’s for reminding you what you could never deserve, only fund.
Pretty things exist to be spoiled.
And you exist

Every step I take drips with the kind of power money can’t buy.

except you still try, don’t you? The pier, the wind, the sign, the smirk.

The light touches my skin the way your thoughts touch me. slow, careful, addicted. you stare, pretending it’s just admiration, but I can