You crave perfection, and I am perfection. My freshly shaved armpits are smooth, soft, and completely out of your reach. You dream of pressing your face against them, breathing Me in, but you’re just a pathetic little toy, desperate for what you’ll never have. I know how badly you want this. I see your weakness, your aching need to worship, serve, and surrender to My flawless body. But you’ll only get what I allow—and I love watching you squirm. Obey, suffer, and buy now
