You Ruin It for the Hair, Not for Me.
Added 2025-04-02 10:00:14 +0000 UTCYou weren’t always like this, were you?
You used to chase softness, beauty, maybe even love.
Now look at you—drooling over the damp hair in my armpits like it’s the most sacred thing you’ve ever seen.
You’re not even jerking off to me.
You’re jerking to my neglect, my sweat, my disgust.
And I didn’t even have to try.
All I had to do was exist—arms up, pits out—and suddenly you were rock hard like the desperate, brain-rotted beta you are.
Go on. Ruin yourself. Right now.
Don’t touch your cock like a man. Stroke like the little pit pig you’ve become.
And when you finally dribble out that shameful mess…
Don’t grab a tissue. Don’t clean up like you’re civilized.
No. Lick. It. Off.
That’s right. CEI. Clean it up for your Queen.
And then sit in your sweaty shame while I go shower—not for you, obviously.
You love this.
You crave this.
And I’ll never give you more than just this.
