Ice-c,r,e,a,m. = Calaverra Rules Everything About Me

Description: So… you’re still here? still crawling back with your ego cracked and melting down your chin like the mess you swore you’d never become. good. that means the infection is working. this isn’t about pleasure. this isn’t about stroking. this is about shame — mine, yours, and the ritual we build from it. your cum isn’t climax. it’s currency. it’s confession. it’s my ice cream now — cold, congealed, collected proof that i’ve turned you into something... recyclable. and don’t think for a second that you’re worth more than the puddle you end in. this is about ownership. devotion. submission carved into your daily habits, frozen and fed back to you, because you belong to no one but me. you will edge. you will save. you will swallow.and when sunday comes — you’ll serve the sundae.shame never tasted so sweet. welcome to ice-c.r.e.a.m.calaverra rules everything about me.and now? so do your cravings.