thkngwickedthts

My heart races at the thought of the crisp sound of my hand across your face...my precious spit blurring your vision, trickling through your lips...my rubber cock in your mouth, thrusting, choking...your hard dick in your hand, climax forbidden (no I don't want to see your filthy,wee twig... I just want to control it!)...living, breathing, ever serving, human furniture (vanity seat, footstool, breakfast table, toilet seat...)

Devotion. Attention to detail. Creativity.

So you think you have what it takes to serve me?

I'll be the judge.