Why do you keep pretending that you enjoy spending time with your family on Sundays if you know that the only thing that makes you feel something real is to be my toy?
You weren't made to resist me. You were made to admire me. And judging by how nervous your wallet gets whenever I post, it seems to understand that perfectly. Now come here π€
See that space between our perfect feet? Thatβs where you belong. I bet your shrimp twitched at the thought of it. Imagine what it would do with the whole video π€
My power over your wife is addictive. I can have you do anything I want and sheβs never had that power. Being cruel and taking everything from you both is sooooo hot π€
You can feel your beta brain melt the more you stare at my perfection, can't you? I'm brainwashing you into my obedient little wallet and you love it π€
I want to own your existence, change your brain chemistry, and ruin your chances at ever leading a normal life after I've drained you and thrown you away as if you were a used condom π
That text youβve just got asking if you want to go out tonight, youβre going to ignore it. Youβre going to stay in and sink to your knees for me π€
All alone? Stroking your shrimp with urges too hard to ignore, desperately craving satisfaction..
Get on your knees and crawl into my DM's π Iβll look after you