You’re on your knees in front of me, ********** by my hairy armpits. I raise my arms slowly and let you breathe in the raw, untouched scent of my body. I don’t say much—just look at you with control, as I tease you with every close-up, stretching, pulling, commanding your attention. You’re here for one reason: to worship my pits, every hair, every fold, like a submissive little addict. Let yourself sink into it.
