Celinas Pussylicking Slutty Thong
Description
She wouldn't stop acting up. All sass, all attitude, flipping her hair like she owned the damn room. I let her run her mouth, let her strut around like the queen bitch she thought she was. And then? I sat her down....literally. One smirk, one sharp little spell whispered through my lips, and I planted my perfect ass right on her bratty face. She didn’t even have time to gasp before she was silk, lace, and shame, a tight, clingy little black thong, perfectly shaped to hug my curves and disappear between my cheeks.
Now she rides me. Every. Single. Day. Stretched snug around my hips, her new life is rubbing against my heat, breathing in nothing but sweat, scent, and domination. She feels everything. Every sway of my hips, every time I sit down hard on her face, every teasing little grind I make just to remind her what she’s become. Her bratty mind is still trapped in there, twitching, squirming, whining like the useless bitch she always was. But now? She can’t talk back. She can’t roll her eyes. She’s just fabric. My underwear. My thong.
And oh, how I love to tease her. I bend over in front of the mirror, tug her tight up my ass, and giggle. “Aww, poor baby~ Still comfy down there? You're lucky I even wear you. Some girls would’ve stuffed you in a drawer.” Sometimes I sit on cold tile just to make her squirm. Sometimes I let a friend borrow her for the night, because here’s the fun part: the longer someone wears her, the more that bratty little curse of hers starts to rub off. Lips parting. Brain softening. Pretty moans spilling out for no reason. She turns her wearer into a dripping, ahegao cock hungry slut and she can’t help it. It’s all she has left to give.
I wear her for the fun of it, for the humiliation, the power, the filthy joy of knowing she’s soaking in my scent and turning me into her walking revenge fantasy. But I’m not breaking. I choose the lust. I own the need. And every time I cum with her wrapped around me, crying silently into my slit like the pathetic thing she is, I remind her who won.
XOXO, Your Mistress Celina Nichols
Properties
Special Effect
Brainrot Panty Curse
Slide this black lace thong over your ass and say goodbye to who you used to be~ The moment it hugs your hips, the magic seeps in...warm, sticky, and deep. Your thighs start to tremble, your breath catches, and your thoughts? Melting fast. The fabric pulses with bratty energy, flooding your brain with heat and hunger until you’re panting like a dumb little toy. Within minutes, your eyes roll back, your tongue lolls out, and that cute little brain of yours short circuits into pure ahegao cocklust. You’ll grind your thighs together for relief, but it won’t be enough. Not until you're stuffed, stretched, and screaming. The longer you wear it, the worse it gets tits perkier, moans louder, brain emptier. You’ll forget your name long before you stop begging for cock. And when you finally cum? That thong will squeeze tighter... locking your fate in place, nice and permanent ♥
