Thirsty SLAVE for used KOTEX ULTRA NIGHT - PAD LOVER

It’s drooling. It’s aching for a piece of this raw, unfiltered femininity. A piece of me that no other man gets to see, let alone… own. I know what you’re thinking about right now. Don’t you dare try to hide it from your Goddess. Your mind is a filthy, open book. You’re picturing it, aren’t you? Not my perfect tits or my tight little asshole… you’re picturing my used Kotex. The one I just peeled away from my sacred pussy and wrapped in tissue. The one sitting in the bathroom bin, still warm with my essence. A piece of cotton and magic that has soaked up the very core of my femininity. If only I would let you own it. If only you could press it against your face and inhale my most intimate scent. If only you could stroke your pathetic, hard penis against the surface of my used Kotex. The thought makes you leak, doesn’t it? Tell me. A little bead of pre-cum just drooled out of your tip at the mere thought of it. Admit it. You are kneeling on the cold tile floor of my bathroom. The air is thick with the scent of my soap and… something else. Something metallic, musky, and undeniably me. In front of you, on a pristine porcelain pedestal, is my used Kotex. Unwrapped. Glorious. A deep, dark crimson and rust-colored masterpiece. It’s an abstract painting of my power. Start stroking. Slowly. This is a ritual, a worship, and you will show the proper reverence. You are going to edge for me. You are going to bring yourself to the very brink of explosion while you worship this symbol of my fertility and power, and you are NOT allowed to cum until I say so. If you cum without permission, I will know. And the punishment will be far more humiliating than this gift. Stroke it. Imagine the soft, damp cotton. Imagine the weight of it in your hand. The core of it is soaked with a liquid that was inside me. It lined the walls of the pussy you will never, ever be allowed to truly fuck.