




It must be such a burden to be trapped in that male body, so sensitive and inferior. Only good for cleaning up the mess and amusing me with your suffering. At best a willing vessel to pour all my frustrations into.
While the feminine form is a work of art meant to be worshipped. From the sneer on my face to the tip of my dirty high heel. Your mush brain will be helpless to resist my leopard lingerie and satin corset under a silky blouse and leather skirt. Feet and toes exposed in my strappiest of heels.
You don’t deserve to gaze at my bare tits and naked holes, but I sure do love hurting your feelings and reminding you of exactly what you’re missing. Should I use my Sharpie to circle all your flaws? We might be here all day.
[2 min audio + 35 body worship photos; Full body, bare tits/ass, flip offs, feet/strappy heels]