That right, girl. Keep rubbing that slutty cunt. Your master likes watching you make a mess on the floor. The mess he will soon fuck you upon, smearing it all over his pet’s skin as I penetrate that juicy cunt with this angry cock.
I will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene; I will touch you with my mind. Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which I did not write.