JERK TO THIS
Perfect curves you’ll never touch and still you ache like it’s a privilege just to imagine me.
You binge my clips because your brain is wired for defeat, and every second you picture me feels like sinking deeper into the trap I designed.
Go on. Obsess. Melt. **** in the thought of me. My control hits harder when you’re left alone with your own imagination… and the damage you do to yourself trying to keep up...


















