Who’s a genetic failure whose only sex is sending and humping their fist to hot e-brats way tf out of their league? That’s right, you are! 🫵🏻
Now fill Me up the only way you can, by sending.
Someone’s son is currently at work, slaving away for lil Me and that shot of dopamine at the end of the week where they get to feel some kind of relevancy with their lips pressed to My boots while I count their paycheck.
I love Me.
You don't get to touch, or fuck, or experience a life beyond sending on your knees, and licking My boots clean on your back.
So assume the posish, bitch.