You’re on your knees, right where you belong, staring up at my perfect, hairy, tattooed goddess pussy. This isn t just any POV — this is your place of worship, your daily devotion, your reason to stroke. You get to look. You get to jerk. I’m giving you permission to stroke your cock while I rub myself down and talk you through exactly what’s going to happen. Every detail of how I’d use you, how I d make you my personal clean-up crew, how you d sit patiently like a good little submissive while I work myself up to orgasm. You exist for this moment — for the honor of being allowed this close to my hairy cunt, for the chance to prove your worth as nothing more than a utility I use when I need release. I tease you with how wet I get, how slippery it gets between my thighs, and how much mess there will be once I’m done. But don’t worry — you’re the clean-up crew. And I have every intention of making sure you earn that title, right down to the last drop. This is your purpose: to kneel, to jer
