You think this dress, these red pumps, and my short skirt were made for you to stare at and drool, don’t you? I love that hope in your eyes, that desperate little whine when I turn and don’t give you what you beg for. A loser like you doesn’t deserve my perfect ass, yet I’ll dangle it just out of reach, teasing you with every sway.
I’ll make you ache with desire and humiliation, worshipping my legs and heels while I keep you on the edge. Chastity, denial, and relentless tease turn your longing into a delicious punishment you’ll come back for.