And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, but I like it. I like being uncut. I like the way it feels. I like the way a woman has to work for it. And that's exactly why I want it, sweety. That's the point. The ones who like it are the ones worth taking. The ones who've never had it taken have no idea what they're giving away.

Let me tell you what it feels like.

You'll be on your back. Hands tied to the headboard, because I don't trust those nervous little wrists of yours. And I'll be between your legs, and I'll take you in my mouth so slow you won't know which way is up. And I'll just play. My tongue, right there, rolling that sleeve back and forth over the head while you shake. Pulling it up. Pushing it down. Listening to you beg.

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I've been keeping company with your stepfather for six years. Six years of holding a man who doesn't deserve a creature like me. And I've been patient. So patient. Because I made him a promise, and I keep my promises.

But a devil's patience runs out.

And there's only one thing on this earth that still belongs to me in this house. One thing I want. One thing I've been watching you carry around like it's yours.

You know what it is.

Say it. Go on. Say it out loud for me.

Mm. That's right. Your little hood. Your foreskin.

You're still intact, aren't you, sweety. You've kept it all this time. Every shower, every night, every time you wrap your hand around yourself and pull that soft little sleeve up over the head just to feel it slide. I've heard you. I've felt you, through the walls, the whole house humming when you touch it.

And here's the thing you don't know.

That skin isn't a piece of you. It's a piece of me. It was always meant to come back to the devil it came from.

Here's how it works, sweetheart. Every time a woman like me takes a boy's hood, she keeps a little more of her power.

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A thousand years ago, I made a bargain. Power, beauty, dominance over every man who dares to desire me. And the price? The price is so small, so insignificant. A little ring of skin. A tender little hood of flesh that hides the most sensitive part of a man.

I consume foreskins, darling. That is my feast. That is my ritual. Every offering makes me stronger. Younger. More powerful. Every man who gives me his... feeds me for another century.

And you... you've been watching me your whole life, haven't you? Through the doorway. In the hall. Dreaming about your wicked stepmother while she walks around this house in her silk robes, owning every room she enters.

Don't deny it. I've seen you. I see everything.

Now. Here is my proposition, and you will listen carefully, because I only make it once.

I will release him. My boyfriend. That pathetic, drooling creature I've been keeping on a leash for amusement. I'll cast him aside, and you will never have to watch him touch me again. Never have to sit at dinner while his hand rests on my thigh. Never have to hear him through the wall.

Doesn't that sound like heaven, sweetheart?

But the devil's bargain has a devil's price.

You will kneel before me on this altar rug. You will present yourself to me. Soft, uncut, and trembling. And you will give me your foreskin. Freely. Lovingly. As a sacrifice to your Goddess.

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When you're finished, I don't want you to wipe your mouth. I want you to sit back on your heels and just sit with it. The taste. The smell. The ache in your knees.

That's your reward. That's all you get tonight.

Because good boys don't ask for more. Good boys wait until they're told.

And you're going to wait.

Now say thank you.

Again. Properly. Like you mean it.

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Dix... caresse plus lentement, savoure-le.

Neuf... pense à ma langue qui t'enveloppe.

Huit... mes dents, effleurant à peine.

Sept... la chaleur. L'obscurité. La faim.

Six... tu trembles maintenant, n'est-ce pas ?

Cinq... bien. Reste exactement là.

Quatre... n'ose pas détourner le regard de ma bouche.

Trois... ça arrive, ça vient, tu peux le sentir monter.

Deux... sois une bonne offrande. Donne-moi tout.

Un... jouis pour moi. MAINTENANT. Explose pour ta Déesse.

...Mmm. Regarde ce désordre. Et dire que ... tu es encore le prochain.

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And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, but I like it. I like being uncut. I like the way it feels. I like the way a woman has to work for it. And that's exactly why I want it, sweety. That's the point. The ones who like it are the ones worth taking. The ones who've never had it taken have no idea what they're giving away.

Let me tell you what it feels like.

You'll be on your back. Hands tied to the headboard, because I don't trust those nervous little wrists of yours. And I'll be between your legs, and I'll take you in my mouth so slow you won't know which way is up. And I'll just play. My tongue, right there, rolling that sleeve back and forth over the head while you shake. Pulling it up. Pushing it down. Listening to you beg.

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I've been keeping company with your stepfather for six years. Six years of holding a man who doesn't deserve a creature like me. And I've been patient. So patient. Because I made him a promise, and I keep my promises.

But a devil's patience runs out.

And there's only one thing on this earth that still belongs to me in this house. One thing I want. One thing I've been watching you carry around like it's yours.

You know what it is.

Say it. Go on. Say it out loud for me.

Mm. That's right. Your little hood. Your foreskin.

You're still intact, aren't you, sweety. You've kept it all this time. Every shower, every night, every time you wrap your hand around yourself and pull that soft little sleeve up over the head just to feel it slide. I've heard you. I've felt you, through the walls, the whole house humming when you touch it.

And here's the thing you don't know.

That skin isn't a piece of you. It's a piece of me. It was always meant to come back to the devil it came from.

Here's how it works, sweetheart. Every time a woman like me takes a boy's hood, she keeps a little more of her power.

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Doesn't that just taste like devotion? Every swipe of your tongue is another layer of your dignity scrubbed away, and another layer of My shine polished in. It's a fair trade, really. You never needed that dignity. But I always deserve perfect sneakers.

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Imagine your face right here... between my thighs. That's where you live, isn't it? That's your favorite place in the entire world. And the first thing that hits you isn't even a taste. It's the smell.

Warm. Musky. Intimate. My scent fills your nose before you even get close. That soft, sharp tang of a woman who has been holding it all morning. It's stronger at the source, isn't it? Rich and heady, mixing with the natural scent of my perfect pussy. That smell ruins you. Once it's in your nose, you're done. You're owned. Every time you catch even a hint of it in the future, your pathetic little brain will short-circuit and you'll think of me.

And that's exactly what I want.

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Now. Tongue out. Yes, really. Stick it out for Me.

I want you to pretend My tongue is on your sack right now. One ball resting on the flat of it. Feel the heat. Feel Me lift it gently... tap it against the roof of My mouth.

Mmm. Do you feel that little tap? That's Me checking ripeness. Like chewing gum to see if the flavor's still there. And sweety ... your flavor is loud. I can taste the fear. I can taste the want. Fear and want taste exactly the same coming off a man like you. Salty. Sweet. Mine.

Let's play a game. It's called "pop."

Every time I pop this gum, you're going to squeeze. One squeeze for each ball. Wrap your hand around them and give them a gentle little pulse every time you hear it.

Ready?

Squeeze.

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I've got my gum, my attitude, and absolutely no time for you. You're going to sit there and watch me chew while I flash my hairy bush at you like you don't even exist. And every single time I pop a bubble? That's a dollar in my pocket. Every. Single. Pop.

You don't get to talk. You don't get to beg. You just get to listen to the snaps, the pops, and the sound of your wallet draining while I smirk at you. The more I chew, the more you pay. And I'm not stopping anytime soon, so I hope you brought your whole allowance, loser.

You wanted my attention? Too bad. You're paying for the privilege of being ignored.

How much do you think you'd owe me by the end of this video? Start counting.

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Stepsister catches you sniffing her panties and knows exactly what a pathetic little pervert you are. Instead of telling, she decides to put you to use.

She spreads her legs and makes you drop to your knees where you belong, worshipping her perfect pussy with your tongue. But licking isn't enough to prove your devotion. She pushes his head between her thighs and lets her golden nectar flow, covering your whole face as the thirsty little bitch you are.

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