Wouldn't you kill to be the one lapping up every drop of that lather?
On your knees, tongue out.
My filthy little foot toy.
Wouldn't you kill to be the one lapping up every drop of that lather?
On your knees, tongue out.
My filthy little foot toy.
Skulls shimmer, hearts melt, and every soul that stares burns just a little slower for me.
You can worship the light or kneel in the glow of something much darker me.
Drenched in lust. Dripping in power.
This isn’t pride… it’s possession
Skulls shimmer, hearts melt, and every soul that stares burns just a little slower for me.
You can worship the light or kneel in the glow of something much darker me.
Drenched in lust. Dripping in power.
This isn’t pride… it’s possession
This is your shrine now. Chains, cash, and curves you’ll never touch. Stare all you want… but remember, only tributes open doors here.
Interact with this post if you’re ready to kneel. Scroll if you’re not built for this.
This is your shrine now. Chains, cash, and curves you’ll never touch. Stare all you want… but remember, only tributes open doors here.
Interact with this post if you’re ready to kneel. Scroll if you’re not built for this.