You think you’re worthy of freedom? think again, you little bitch. that key, glinting seductively in the valley between my perfect tits, is your salvation… and your damnation. it’s a cruel, constant tease, dangling the promise of release while ensuring you remain in my control. You’re locked up; your useless cock stuffed into that tight, unyielding penis prison, and the only way out is wrapped around my neck, mocking you with every move I make, every sway of my body, every arch of my back. each time I lean in close, you get a front-row seat to the show you can’t touch.
