Mommy needs someone to clean her up. Any volunteers?
Be a good boy, send a text...
Sweet, sinful, and completely in control. I’m your divine torment—angelic eyes, thick thighs, and a body built to be worshiped. My voice drips with power, teasing you to the edge until I decide you've earned release. Your wallet, your will—both belong to me now. Your pathetic little wife or girlfriend? She could never compare. Kneel for your queen and pay tribute, or be forgotten.
