You think you want to gentle, controlled pleasure. You crave a soft touch, a loving caress. I know better. I know the raw, screaming truth you bury. The need to be utterly owned. To have your every hole filled and used until you're just a mindless, dripping toy. That's the wish I answer. The one that twists your polite fantasy into a reality where you're bent over, begging for a stranger's cock to wreck your cunt while another fills your throat. Your deepest corruption starts with your most secret desire. I'm listening.