My long perfect legs are in your head. I've ensnared you in my web, trapped, your addiction growing with every pump of your hand around your cock. Its pure bliss worshipping my tattoos, my feet, my thighs. A slave to these Long Legs. There's no point in resisting. It's impossible. My perfection is a tool of torment, the venom that sinks you deeper into a state of ecstasy. Allow the web to wrap you up, pulling you down, rendering you immobile. You have no choice but to stroke and worship these legs.