When’s the last time my pretty little face and deep, addicting cleavage got inside your head and fucked you up this bad? You’re only as weak as your last binge, and I know exactly how to pull you back in. That mouth of yours is already watering to whisper, “Please,” and you’ll mean it by the end.
Fall again, puppet. I’ll coach you back into the spiral you crave, push your limits, and watch you drown in wanting. You won’t learn, you won’t escape, and that’s exactly why I keep coming for you.