You're literally so invisible to me that I'm not even going to acknowledge you're there. You're going to watch me sprawled on my bed in "the pose"—my tall, tattooed goddess body on full display, massive fake tits spilling out of my lowcut top, while I scroll through my phone and text people who actually matter. My perfect soles are right there, wrinkling and flexing, toes pointing and curling, but you don't get a single glance. My bratty indifference is the closest to attention you'll ever get from me—just the privilege of existing in my space while I give you absolutely nothing. Keep staring, foot freak. I don't care. I never will.
Ignoring You in The Pose
You're literally so invisible to me that I'm not even going to acknowledge you're there. You're going to watch me sprawled on my bed in "the pose"—my tall, tattooed goddess body on full display, massive fake tits spilling out of my lowcut top, while I scroll through my phone and text people who...
You're literally so invisible to me that I'm not even going to acknowledge you're there. You're going to watch me sprawled on my bed in "the pose"—my tall, tattooed goddess body on full display, massive fake tits spilling out of my lowcut top, while I scroll through my phone and text people who actually matter. My perfect soles are right there, wrinkling and flexing, toes pointing and curling, but you don't get a single glance. My bratty indifference is the closest to attention you'll ever get from me—just the privilege of existing in my space while I give you absolutely nothing. Keep staring, foot freak. I don't care. I never will.
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