You don’t look away from a woman like me.
You stare. You ache. You pay.
Fishnets wrapped around thick thighs, tits spilling out, and that cold little stare telling you exactly where you belong… beneath me. 😋
Happy Saturday, losers. I’ve just given you something to enjoy… now it’s your turn to give back.
I want my Revolut buzzing while I’m out in London. Every little notification is a reminder of who you belong to.
Don’t make me ask twice.
You just sit there… small, useless, throbbing over a woman who wouldn’t even glance your way without payment.
Go on… prove you’re good for something.
Tribute like the desperate little wallet you are.
It’s raining today and there’s a slight leak in the church roof. I thought Malcolm had fixed it but it turns out he hasn’t.
Anyway. I woke to a video from @miss_annacain this morning. For once I wasn’t called a cunt. That’s always a bonus.