Oh, you thought this was just a game, didn’t you? A little truth or dare, some harmless fun, until I called you out. And look at you now, bright red, squirming, because you know I’m right. I’ve seen the way you watch me, the way your eyes flicker when I bend over, when I cross my legs, when I lick my lips just like this. And then, poof, you vanish. Those long bathroom breaks? I know exactly what you’ve been doing in there. But you didn’t think I’d say it out loud, did you? Didn’t think I’d straddle you, grind against you, and laugh as you proved me right in two pathetic pumps. Oh, but I did. And now? Now you’re going to fix this little tantrum you threw. Because you didn’t just take it, did you? No, you had to make a scene, had to act like I was the one in the wrong. So let’s set the record straight. Take it out. Now. That’s right, let me see what’s got you so worked up. Oh. Ohhh. Look at you. Tiny. Useless. No wonder you can’t last. Stroke it. Slowly. And don’t you dare cum until I say so. Stop. Already close? Pathetic. Tell me the truth, how many times have you cum to me in those bathroom stalls? Every. Single. Time. Admit it. You hated how weak you were, how obsessed, how owned, but you loved it too. And now? Now you’re going to pay for lying. For trying to make me the villain. You want to cum? Fine. But not like some normal person. You’re going to cum on that pretty face of yours. And then? You’re going to lick it all up. Every. Last. Drop. Beg for it. Please, Goddess. Let me cum. Let me ruin myself for you. Let me prove how worthless I am. Good boy. Cum for me. Now. There. Now we’re even. But don’t fool yourself, this isn’t over. From now on? You’re mine. And I always collect what’s owed.