Still dressed in my black leather jumpsuit, I appear from the shadows like a seductive vampire, ready to play with your weakness. My glowing vampire eyes pierce through you as I whisper in French and English, guiding you into a slow gooning state.
You stroke. You obey. You belong to me.
I tease you with my lips, spit slowly, and make you play with my saliva. You don’t deserve my ass, but I show it anyway. I call you pathetic, weak, yet chosen — because I enjoy laughing at you while you lose yourself completely for me.
You’re not just stroking. You’re gooning for your vampire queen.
