You're wrapped around My perfect princess finger. You barely remember how it began - before you knew it, you were buying clip after clip, cascading downwards into the erotic world of My creation. You can't blame yourself for this addiction. Just look at the thick black curls that tumble against My porcelain skin - just look at My mischievous smirk and the fire in My green eyes. I am beauty and power - I am divinity incarnate. You - you are just a man. A poor pathetic soul who doesn't deserve to gaze upon My splendor. You don't deserve to listen to the mesmerizing lilt of My velvet voice, ev... Show more