Perverts like you are so easy to break down, to render weak and helpless...the sight of My glossy pink lips wrapping around My sweet pink lollipop, My tongue swirling, My spit pooling...it's all too much to bear, isn't it?

As My sweet treat dissolves in My mouth, so too does your will. Melted, ripe for consumption, to be remoulded in My image.

My echoing voice gently goading you, encouraging you to sink. My mesmerizing face. Soft, binaural ambient tones. Your mind is sure to be mush by the end.

Gender neutral.