Look at you, wet and hard right between your legs, watching me ignore you while I read Withering Heights in Italian. I gaze at your silly face from time to time and gift you with a few, precious words. Keep looking, you cannot help but worship my legs, my tight ass and my bare soles. Simp, simp, simp for my opaque nail polish while I carelessy tease you. You love jumping at any opportunity to worship me. This is your great occasion.

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