I want you on the floor, with you tongue out and eyes open, looking up directly at Me. I am Matriarch Ezada Sinn, and you are just a maggot that does not deserve to have a name. you're disgusting, pathetic and weak. your tongue is hanging out, ready to lick whatever I want. Yet look how aroused you are, lying down on the floor before Me; a grub ready to be crushed by My leather boots. I can quickly destroy you with just a single jab of My stiletto heel, but I have other uses for you. your wide tongue is a perfect boot soles cleaning machine. your mouth is the perfect waste disposal tool, wi... Show more