It is the taste of saccharine dominance.

That sweet, sweet feeling right...

...there. Don't touch.

Such a lovely face.

You look prettier

on your knees anyway.

Hush.

Lick your lips.

I will give you lies to feast upon.

Melts upon your tongue.

Pitifully sweet,

cotton candy fine.

Don't even bother.

Safe words are

clearly to be ignored.

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