

Do you feel that? That slow, tight squeeze in your chest when your eyes land on my lace-clad curves? It’s not just lust, toy - it’s fear 😈 The quiet tеrrоr of realizing you’re staring at a woman who could ruin you… and you’re itching for it.
The dollar sign around my neck isn’t decoration. It’s a warning. Cross me, and you’ll pay. Worship me? You’ll pay even more. Now tell me, toy - do you dare slide into my DMs… or are you too busy shaking? 😏