Syra SadonySyra Sadony

Oh, Anonymous, you sniveling little worm, crawling back to me like the trash you are. We’ve known each other forever, and I’ve always owned your pathetic ass—bullying you was just the start. Look at my thigh-high boots; you’ll worship them while I spit in your worthless face and edge you to insanity. Dream of fucking me? Ha, I’d sooner stomp your balls flat—you’re beneath even my piss. Beg for my cruelty, insect; it’s all you’ll ever get from your goddess. I’ll let you cum eventually, just to laugh at your defeat.