Pussy controls you, you know it’s true. That need to serve, deep inside of you is influenced by one thing, pussy. You yearn for it day after day, throbbing, stroking. I know how weak you are, taunting you with the perfection between my legs, the perfection that you’ll never be worthy of. The scent, the taste, none of it is for you to experience but you can worship it, pray to it, and know that you’ll forever be a slave to it. Stare at the yellow fabric that covers my divine power, get on your knees and get lost while I tease you.
