My eye contact commands so much from my army of strokers. Cock in hand, brains turned off, dying to coat me in days worth of cum. I love having so much power over you. And no goon session would be complete without finishing with deep, urgent begging to paint this perfect canvas.

My eyes swallow your soul as I stare up at you, taunting you with my hot wet tongue. And you'll never get that soul back because the more cum you give me, the deeper you fall under my spell. Stroke, beg, tremble to surrender more seed to your devine facial succubus.