Worshipping the Bride

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Who is it?

Excuse me, Cinderella.

I think, think, think, oh, something which might be yours.

Why is it clean?

If you find it on the street,

that's gonna be fucking dirty.

So, you got a fucking pervert girl for 100% share.

So, tell me the truth, right?

You wanna smell my feet as well, too?

I know you want it, I can see it in your eyes.

You're a fucking whore, yeah, I know.

Put it back, smell it.

But only once, only once.

You know who I am, right?

I'm Cinderella, I'm a fucking princess.

You do what I want.

Okay, twice.

I'm sure you can't whore me, right?

Wait with my high heels.

Did you, did you?

I know you did.

No, it's just our secret.

If you want, I can leave.

But please, don't tell anybody.

No, it's our secret.

Yeah, yeah.

********.

Oh, yeah.

I know.

You do anything for your Cinderella?

Oh, my God.

Oh, yeah, only once.

If you're a good girl,

you can lose my high heels many times,

maybe twice in the week,

and you can suck my toes.

Yeah.

Shut up.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Yes.

Oh, I can feel how close you are.

Yeah.

Yeah, good girl.

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