How cute of Me to pack every single trigger you're weak for into one clip... soft pink soles teasing you, My bratty laugh, greedy demands, and that merciless timer that decides exactly when you get to stroke and when you're ordered to goon your brains out. What could possibly go wrong with just one 'innocent' stroke game? How bad can it actually get? It's just Me, My feet, and your helpless little cock trying to keep up. You've missed this. You've missed Me. And now you're going to give in. AGAIN. The urges are getting louder, your cock is throbbing harder... You're going to stroke, leak, edge, goon, send and repeat. Until your mind's quiet. Until your wallet's empty. Until you're nothing but a used-up, drooling, broken fucking mess. So stop fighting it already, My weak little toy. Get that desperate cock out, lube up nice and slick, press play and let Me mess with your brain the way only I can. The way we both know you're addicted to.
