Owned by the Shine

I know exactly what makes you weak, My shiny wet look thigh highs. That sleek sheen has your filthy little brain short circuiting, doesn't it? You didn't think I'd tease you this hard, but here you are, throbbing as I rub My hands down every glistening inch of My body. The way the light bounces off My wet look lingerie? It's visual overload for your perverted mind. Every squeak, every stretch, every tight, glossy inch is a command: WorshipMe. You're not just watching, you're being trained. Addicted, Owned by the shine.