Get on the floor and stay there, like you deserve. I’m busy, but what comes out of me isn’t pretty or polite—it’s loud, messy, and exactly what makes you ache to be beneath me. You’ll watch me fart, listen to my grunts, and drink in every humiliating sound as if it’s the only thing that matters.
Soak in the shame, because I’m blissfully indifferent while you worship the gross little things I do. You crave these moments, you know it, and my casual cruelty will keep you enthralled long after the flush.