Look at you… lying there, completely beneath me, exactly where you belong. You exist only to be used, to be marked, to be drowned in my golden gift. I hover over you in my cute little white socks, teasing, controlling… making you wait. The pressure builds, my body trembling as I finally let go, drenching you in my warmth. You take it all, every drop, because that’s what you are—a filthy little piss toy. But I’m not done. I smirk, watching you soak in my dominance, completely humiliated. My once-white socks are now wet, filthy, dripping with my piss. I dip them into the puddle, making sure they soak up every last drop before shoving them right in your face. I know you want to taste them… to lick, to suck, to worship every inch of my dirty, piss-soaked socks. You’re dripping, covered in me, and you should be thanking me for it. Maybe next time, if you beg hard enough, I’ll use you again.