Zdvih do rytmu své posedlosti

Stroke to the rhythm of your obsession, My petite, perfect body. The only sex you'll ever know is the friction between your palm and your pathetic cock, all while you worship My every curve. You get hard for Me, and only Me, because no one else can even begin to compare to the Goddess that I am. Feel the heat of My gaze as I sway and tease, knowing you're nothing more than My devoted admirer, forever yearning for a touch that will never come. Your desire for Me is a relentless ache, a reminder that you exist only to serve and pleasure Me, even if it's just through the fantasy of your own hand. So stroke, My little devotee, stroke until you can't take it anymore, and remember, it's all for Me. Your release is My command, and I am your ultimate fantasy. Worship Me, your Goddess