The glass is the only thing between you and this sole.
Wet skin, toes pressed, water still running.
What would you do if I told you this view is the closest you’re getting?
#ass #feet
I don’t wait. I take.
You came to look. I came to own the ones who look too long. Body, voice, wallet, control — if it stares at me, it belongs to me.
No soft speeches. No second chances. Kneel, pay, stay hungry.
This is the den.
Enter only if you can handle a queen who bites.
