Enslaving you with my lips, mesmerising you with my eyes, my words go deep into your subconscious and programming you deep into addiction by teasing you and telling you to stroke for me. There is no point in fighting back, first of all because you want it badly, to fall for me, to be mine, owned and used, secondly, because it feels so good, even if you wanted to resist, you couldn't and you won't, you will be mine. My full red lips are getting you weak, my long red nails are making you follow them wherever I touch, turning you into a good boy that loves to stroke for me. The more you get tu... Show more