How would you like to be My throne as I sing along to a sweet song about a breakup? Imagine being my ex lying beneath Me, smelling My Goddess Ass, thanking your God, Me, for even this much. All the while I'm humming along to a song about how I'm happier without you, ignoring you, and you say nothing, barely even move because you know I'm right, and smelling Asses is all you were ever good for anyway. I hope you don't mind if I have My new boyfriend over later. I told him about you and your weird obsession so I thought We could laugh at you together while you serve beneath Me as My furniture... Show more