All it took was one thirsty text at midnight and now he’s in my chair again. Oh, sweetheart. We broke up for a reason. I thought you didn’t like all this femdom stuff? Or maybe that was all a lie and you’ve been having wet dreams about me ever since… I mean, the way I stroke your cock, tell you how I’m going to own you and control that orgasm, you’re practically hyperventilating from the thrill. You love this. You won’t have me again but you can be my plaything.
