If your eyes could talk, they’d tell of their hunger. Big and dishy, eyeing me up, wishing to devour me and my dick whole.

You’re so obvious, the way your gaze drifts to my cock. Your throat craves me, your mouth waters at the thought.

At night, your dreams are filled with thoughts of being commanded into position. Bent over, legs spread and showing your eager little hole... so vulnerable for me.
Consumed in your waking hours, too. Bored at your desk, tapping your pen rhythmically.. imagining the thrusts as I pull you onto my strap. Just the idea of being stretched out...

If your eyes could talk, they’d tell of their hunger. Big and dishy, eyeing me up, wishing to devour me and my dick whole.

You’re so obvious, the way your gaze drifts to my cock. Your throat craves me, your mouth waters at the thought.

At night, your dreams are filled with thoughts of being commanded into position. Bent over, legs spread and showing your eager little hole... so vulnerable for me.
Consumed in your waking hours, too. Bored at your desk, tapping your pen rhythmically.. imagining the thrusts as I pull you onto my strap. Just the idea of being stretched out for me, my girth, brings you closer and closer to quivering excitement.

Getting to be a fucktoy for Goddess is such a privilege, isn’t it?

I bet you’ll look so pathetic when you hold your own ankles for me, begging for more.

You don’t have to think, you only have to surrender. My thick strap will push all the thoughts from your head...