Property of @elegance_divine :
Domme, writer, artist, our world
Crawl and little bit closer, straight into her DM.. Like a lost lamb, let her guide you
She loves melting minds and turning us into addicted toys, dragging us into her boundless creativity
Praise her, tribute her
Mouth on my ass. Now. You don't get to ask why. You don't get to slow down. You don't get to stop when your jaw aches. I sit, you lick, and I decide when you're done. Every good boy knows his job. Yours is simple: make me feel it. Sloppy, deep, and without a single question. Lose focus and I'll remind you exactly who's in charge. That's your place, pet. Right where I put you. Now tell me, do you still think you deserve a break?
I've been using Twitter for 17 thousand billion years and I just discovered that if you hit the copy link button under a tweet and close your eyes and blink at the same time, a big tiddy succubae slips through the veil at midnight, sits on your chest and whispers unspeakable suggestions into your dreams, leaving you with deliciously inexplicable urges forever after.
For those doing NNN, remember: you may edge, but no cumming π Keep those balls nice and full. Here's something to help π€... this is what you're supposed to be doing. Shivering while you're barely holding back.
Sitting on you and bouncing hard, pathetic boy. Your locked cock doesn't stand a chance. I ride you slow, then fast, then slow again, making sure you feel every second. The cage holds you back and you still spill everything for me. No touch needed. Just my body moving over yours. You don't get to hold it in. You don't get to ask. You just break under me. Watch the clip and see how fast you cum the moment I bounce. That's your place, locked and useless beneath your queen.
Happy old Halloween to all who celebrate ππ¦
1111 vibes all day~β¨The portal is open. Make your wishes, set your intentions, and feel them take shape.
And if what you crave is Meβ¦β¨manifest accordingly. π¬οΈβ¨