Sit down, little one, and take it. From my desk, I tower over you, laughing at that tiny excuse for a cock—no, let’s be real, that little clit between your legs. You know you’re nothing but my plaything, made to be mocked, ridiculed, and completely owned.
Every taunt, every giggle, every word dripping with humiliation fuels your deepest, most pathetic desires. You exist to serve, to squirm, to accept your place beneath me… exactly where you belong.
Sit down, little one, and take it. From my desk, I tower over you, laughing at that tiny excuse for a cock—no, let’s be real, that little clit between your legs. You know you’re nothing but my plaything, made to be mocked, ridiculed, and completely owned. Every taunt, every giggle, every word...
Sit down, little one, and take it. From my desk, I tower over you, laughing at that tiny excuse for a cock—no, let’s be real, that little clit between your legs. You know you’re nothing but my plaything, made to be mocked, ridiculed, and completely owned.
Every taunt, every giggle, every word dripping with humiliation fuels your deepest, most pathetic desires. You exist to serve, to squirm, to accept your place beneath me… exactly where you belong.
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