When I entered the bar, his stare instantly gave him away. He seemed secure behind his mask, but I was not fooled by the wall of cockiness erected to deter intimidation. My senses for perversion are keen, and as a domme the stench of neediness is what perks my interest most. I approached him. My actions are forward and unexpected, but the power I hold over you is undeniable. Attempting to outdrink me was the first mistake, but the boy's lingering gaze on every passing bulge was his downfall. I saw penis envy in his eyes, and the possibilities to humiliate and degrade were numerous. Small cock humilation was familiar to him, and he fought hard to avoid another disappointment. Drunk and lured into the bar restroom...the pathetic loser was on his knees begging for taunts and permission to cum at my feet. My laughter and threats of forced cocksucking were exciting. He lacked the self-control to contain his dickspit...shooting it into the floor and on my shoe. He became a human mop...cleaning the filth off of my heels and the floor. A cum eater loves the humiliation and craves the taste of their own failure. XO MaryJane
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