How long do you spend stroking to me, hmmm?
How many hours of your day to I consume?
Minimum of an hour a day? Only 7 hours a week? I want more. Constantly trying to fit in all your jerk time. But I’ll warn you, double is going to soon prove not to be enough. You’ll come back begging me to up your jerk limit…
Is there ever too much of a good thing?
Here he is, rat assed Tipsy and ready to really get fucked up.
And would you look at that hopelessly pathetic little dick. I’m not even going to call it a dick, it’s a clitty where there’s a clitty there’s a mancunt.
But before we get started, here’s what I’m going to do with you. You will take a deep, long whiff of either my vile of poppers or my beautiful feet, depending upon my command. And when you’re more relaxed and loose, I’ve got a nice BBC to fill that cunt.
You bouncing away on my cock after opening your cunt with the poppers, sniffing my feet… Christ, how much further can I take this? I know, go on and smack yourself in the balls. Total destruction. And when I do finally allow you to spill your seed, you’re told to clean it all up by sucking it down.
Will it be a trick or a treat this Halloween?
I guide your stroke but will I allow you to cum?
Trick or treat..?
How much have you spent on me to make you feel like a loser? How much cash has it cost you to be humiliated by me? Go on, give me an actual number. I want you to see exactly how pathetic you are to be teased, denied, and then humiliated by me. I want you jerking off as I rub in your face how much I’ve taken from you.
Hello lover,
I’ve come back for you.
I am a woman of my word.
The woman of your dreams.
Stroke for me, lover.
At any point you want to wake up, I’ll snap my fingers and you’ll wake up.
But it will all be over.
You’ve cum too close to stop now.
Stroke to the woman of your dreams.
Or shall I say nightmares.
I am a woman of my word.
I’m here for what’s mine.
I’m here to collect your cum.
I’m here for collect soul.
