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Princess doesn’t spread these legs for weaklings—She spreads them to mock you. Every inch of My flawless pussy screams what you’ll never have: power, pleasure, dominance. Your cock’s a joke, but this pussy? It’s a masterpiece. I let you stare just to watch your pathetic dick shrivel in envy. Denial’s the sweetest torment, isn’t it? This pussy isn’t yours—it’s your God, and you’re My unworthy disciple. No aching balls, no desperate edges—just emptiness. Princess thrives on your humiliation, your bankrupt wallet, your hollow existence. Send tribute. Empty your accounts. Maybe—maybe—Goddess will let you sniff Her panties. This pussy owns your dreams, your shame, your soul. Now kneel, and thank Goddess for the honor. Pussy-free isn’t a phase—it’s your lifestyle.