UNDER CASHARA

Description: You're already down there? how desperate.i haven't even looked at you yet. let me guess—you're hard for a foot that hasn’t even acknowledged your existence.you’re leaking over leather, gold, and skin that laughs at your price range. you’ll stroke, obviously.you always do.because that’s what bottom-feeders do when they smell something expensive. i don’t need your attention.i own your attention.and your paycheck.and your weak little edge that ends in nothing. you don’t exist in my world.you exist beneath it.below my toes.behind my heels.somewhere under my shopping bags and past-due tribute receipts. this is not me being sexy for you.this is me being expensive at you. so stroke, loser.not for pleasure.for permission to keep watching the floor. and don’t look up.you haven’t earned my ankles yet.