Mila P

I don’t have to say a thing to keep you locked in place. Just me, dangling my cheetah print slippers… barely acknowledging you. That’s all

Look at you… sitting there like a good little loser, ****d by every move I make. You know watching me through a screen is the closest

Aww… look at you. Lying there on the floor like the pathetic little doormat you are. I walk in from a long day—my shoes filthy, my feet

So… this is what you’ve been reduced to? Stroking that pathetic little excuse for a cock with a fleshlight, like some desperate loser?