Okay sooo like… I’ve got a confession to make 
I don’t do “normal.”
I do dripping gloss, seven-inch heels, and a cock so big it makes sugar daddies sweat.
I’m not your little secret—I’m your addiction.
The kind you hide behind passwords and credit cards.
Because when I say “spoil me,” I don’t mean flowers, babe. I mean Louboutin, lube, and load up my wallet before you even think about touching my tits.
You see this body?
I built it for worship. For display. For stuffing.
My curves bounce when I ride you, my voice purrs when I drain you, and my pretty pink lipstick? It never smudges—no matter how deep you go.
You wanna call me your dirty little bimbo?
Fine.
But I’m the kind that leaves you broke, breathless, and begging to do it again.
So stroke your cock while staring at your screen and whisper what I already know—
“I’d give anything to fuck her.”
Now pull out your wallet and prove it, baby.
I don’t cum for free 
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