Leg bitch

Description: You’re not a man. you’re not useful. you’re just a desperate little leg bitch, obsessed, broken, and completely owned by the sight of my thighs.  you stare, drool, ache, and fucking melt, because you know you’ll never be worthy of touching them. my power is in every move, every flick, every smug smirk as i watch you crumble beneath me. you don’t exist for pleasure—you exist to be teased, ignored, and rinsed. you’ll stroke with tears in your eyes. you’ll send like it’s a reflex. because these legs? these perfect, pvc-clad thighs? they’re your goddamn downfall. and i’ll make sure you suffer beautifully for them, bitch.