Pure silence. Pure, entrancing eyes. I don’t claim a solitary word in the room. If I open my mouth, it’s only to echo your loss, it’s due to the fact that I’m leaving to what I’m doing to you. It’s due to the fact that my tummy binds in mini orgasmic knots when I have this much control, it’s since I like my work. O yeah, and also it’s additionally because there’s two of me in the area.
In your headphones, strapped to your head so you can not do anything, immobile-restraint-fetish boy. My words resemble as well as fill your head. I whisper of rejection, your vulnerability, sweet absolutely nothings about the things I do to you. Think you could handle two of me? Se what this kid’s reaction is, after that court.