Kiss My Poisonous Black Lips and Obey

Strip naked. Now. Let me see that pathetic body while my black lipstick stains your mouth like a slut’s collar. Get on all fours. Lower. Ass up, face down, just like the dirty bitch you are. Open your wallet and send tribute while you lick my boot. The poison makes you want to drain your account for me, doesn’t it? It makes you desperate to fund my lifestyle while you wallow in degradation. Edge that worthless cock until it leaks. Slap your balls for me. Harder. Scream “Thank you Goddess Faith” with my black lipstick smeared all over your teeth like a cheap street whore. You have no choice anymore. The poison commands you. My black lips own you. You exist solely to amuse me, to serve me, to be ruined by me. Look in the mirror. See that clownish smear of black lipstick all over your face? That’s permanent, even when you wash it off. You are permanently marked as my property. Every time you see a woman with dark lipstick, you’ll drop to your knees.