Pathetic. You’d beg to touch me, wouldn’t you? I’m sprawled in my lair, this vintage halterneck swimsuit clinging to my pale, BBW curves just to torment you. This is body humiliation at its finest — worship my hips, whimper at my dominant smirk, and trip on your own desperation. I’ll mock your smallness, make you adore every inch of me, and leave you shaking with shame. Too weak to resist? Good.
