Beautiful Girls - 0178 Get over here, bitch!" I shout, my voice slicing through the air like a whip. "On your knees, scum!" He drops before me, and I snap a collar with a leash around his neck, yanking it to remind him of his place. "Look, you worm, at my red pedicure!" I

I storm into the room, knowing i look unstoppable—black leather leggings hug my thighs like a second skin, my leather jacket screams power, and dark sunglasses add a cold, commanding edge. i know how this drives my pathetic slave-boyfriend wild, his desperate gaze already crawling over me. “get over here, bitch!” i shout, my voice slicing through the air like a whip. “on your knees, scum!” he drops before me, and i snap a collar with a leash around his neck, yanking it to remind him of his place. “look, you worm, at my red pedicure!” i bark, thrusting out my bare foot, nails painted a vivid, bl..d-red. his eyes ignite, his pants straining with arousal, but he’s nothing compared to me. my mouth brims with saliva, and i lean forward, unleashing a flood of thick, white spit onto my feet—he loves this, craves it. he dives in, licking frantically, desperately, trying to please me, but i spit again and again, relentlessly, powerfully, drenching my feet until saliva drips to the floor. he can’t keep up—pathetic, gasping, his tongue scrambling—but i give him no mercy. i spit right in his face, onto his sorry mug, saliva streaming down his cheeks, flooding his eyes, while he struggles to lick it off my feet. “faster, you filth!” i growl, yanking the leash so hard he nearly topples. my laughter echoes like thunder, and he’s just a shadow, dro@ni@g in my contempt. today, i’ll keep crushing this worm until he begs for mercy!