Constantly desiring unattainable beauty can weigh heavy on a loser like you. Rejections pile up, casting shadows on your hopes. You yearn for me, yet I gently remind you why you’ll never have me, why my touch is reserved for real men. Stroke softly as I ease the truth into your heart.
- Post category:Sensual Domination / Tease & Denial
Tags: Goddess Lindsey