You’re the hero. I’m the villain. At least… that’s what the world thinks. But you and I both know better. Every time you chase Me down, every time you “catch” Me, it’s never justice you’re after. It’s Me. My glossy red lips, My bouncing tits, My voice dripping with sweet, sticky temptation. You can’t help yourself. I let you get close. I wanted you close. So I could drown you in kisses, sStep-Mother you in warmth, and break you without ever laying a finger on your cock. Just kisses. Just tongue. Just the unbearable pleasure of being mine. Now you’re tied down, trembling, and trembling from nothing but lipgloss and lust. No stroking. No commands. Just the wet heat of My mouth and the press of My tits ruining your brain, your mission, your identity..You thought you were the one in control? Please. You’re nothing but My lipgloss gooner now. Mmm. Mindbroken. Owned. And addicted forever.
