June 30, 2025 06:00 PM
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You’d Cry for My Soles
My soft soles belong on your face, not the floor. You don’t need affection. You need to sob while I stomp on your face with the prettiest
... Read moreA perfect mix of Sweet Temptation & Ruthless Control
One minute I'm your bratty princess, teasing you with giggles and soft whispers.
The next? I'm your cold, untouchable unattainable fantasy. Your thoughts? mine, Your pleasure? controlled. Your will? Gone!
You're already falling.... you might as well surrender completely. Tribute now and prove yourself.
