I start soft.

Laced in black, lips glossed, eyes down, a pretty little submissive aching to please.

I’m polite, obedient, dripping with need.

But don’t be fooled by the sweetness. I’m built to be used.

Tied up, pushed down, stretched wide.

Made to take more than I should, and beg for what breaks me.

Spit, fists, piss, tears, I open for all of it.

I want to be used until I forget I was ever clean.

Until my hole’s sore, my voice is gone, and my mind is gone with it.

No limits. No safe words. No pretending.

Just a fucktoy to ruin. A submissive to corrupt.

And if you want to share me…

even better.

Because once you’ve had me, you won’t want to keep me to yourself.