Boys are literally nothing but playthings to Me. Something to amuse Myself with and then discard. They are all so eager to be toyed with by a Goddess like Me, a hint of cleavage or a smile is more than enough to have them falling over themselves to make Me happy. That's really when the fun starts. I like to get in their mind and fuck them up before growing bored and tossing them aside. I have an unlimited supply of new toys to play with, so why would I bother with the ones I've already broken?
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