You know I'm better than your woman, shall I count the ways? Does she paint her lips red? Does she know of your weakness for satin, stilettos, and hose? I thought not, or if she does, she doesn't care, she doesn't use her power. From my sweet toes to my fiery locks, I am far her superior, and you know it. She doesn't know how to control you, how to use you, how to make you submit. Her legs are no match for my strong gams, her ass is flat, or shapeless, it doesn't matter...you know I am better. While I strip down to my shiny nylons, I want you to recite "Goddess Sophia is everything, _______... Show more