Button-up Bliss

Description: You’re on your knees. eyes lowered. my heels click closer—each step makes my tits jolt like a wrecking ball to your pathetic resolve. the mic catches the rustle of my sweater, the swish of lace beneath it… the wet smirk i let slip as you shiver. ‘look up,’ i command. my glasses glint coldly. every bounce mocks your empty wallet. ‘your tongue should ache to worship these,’ i purr, fingers trailing my cleavage. too bad you’ll only lick the screen… unless you pay to plead...