You simpy subby boys are so easy. Just a smile and My adorable giggle gets you so weak. You'd do anything for your Goddess. You're aching so much to worship Me, throbbing to do anything to please Me and to hear Me coo a "good boy" at you.
The image exist, it’s there, but my will fragments it into thousands of pieces that you cannot decipher. The pleasure is not in seeing, but in enduring the absence! 😈🖤
