Behold a most exquisite pussy, unlike ANY that you’re used to seeing. Gaze upon perfection in the form of a bald, wet kitty cat and ask yourself “can I afford it?”
I deal in currency of all kinds, but I prefer the finest cream of a long snake. If you don’t measure up to my standards, we can work something out in order for you to worship at my temple of excellence. NO, I do not mean that I’ll let that sad little worm anywhere near my honey hole, but looking ain’t free.
I fully expect to be pampered, to be showered in jewels and fine lace covering my supple titties and perky ass. I want rhinestone crusted stilettos laced up my ankles, and perfectly manicured nails playing with a diamond necklace twinkling next to matching earrings.
Only then will you see my perfect nails unhook my bra, shimmying out of it and wiggling out of my panties until I’m clad in stilettos, jewelry, and Chanel No. 5. Only then will I spread out on the bed and allow you to touch my supple skin, my pillowy tits, my puffy pussy lips. I’ll even let you stuff three fingers into my donut while you jack that pathetic penis to completion.