
Princess Kissing Corruption
I was supposed to meet a prince tonight… but I’d rather ruin you.
You’re just the naive squire on duty meant to guard the door, not stare at me in the mirror. But I saw you. I always see. And now? You’re going to pucker up and take what you’ve been dreaming of..
I don’t kiss you because you deserve it.. I kiss you because I own you. Slow, deep, devouring your innocence with glossy red lips while you tremble, drool, and beg without making a sound.
You won’t touch me. You won’t move. You’ll just take it… and love every second.
Then I count down — ten to one — and when I say cum, you obey. No hands. No mercy.
Just pure, shattered devotion.
