Mila P

I’m so sick of the garbage that comes out of your mouth. Every word you say is embarrassing, filthy, ignorant, annoying. It’s humiliating

You cherish these moments with me. Where I’m all tied up, gagged, and squirming for you. Knowing you’re enjoying every second while I put

I walk in and catch you in the act, dressed up head to toe in my lingerie, my high end makeup smeared across your face, pretending like you

I know exactly what you are. My helpless little gooner. The second I show off my soles, slick and shining with oil, you’re already gone.