You can't stop thinking about my lips, can you, worthless slave? That perfect soft curve and juicy lips that haunt your every thought. Those irresistible lips you'll never touch, driving you to obsession. Oh, to taste even a drop of my spit.. just one.. You'd throw yourself at my feet just to taste that single drop of my saliva and you'd worship that humiliating act as if it were the greatest honour you could receive. Do you really think you can handle this? Me teasing you with my lips, applying lipstick slowly, verbally humiliating you, commanding you to stroke your disgusting cock for me. You've been obsessing over my lips, and now it's time for you to worship them, doing it like the pathetic, helpless, drooling slave you are, hanging on every word, every look, every blown kiss, every drop of spit I might bless you with. You'll follow my commands, edge yourself until you can't take it anymore. Forever aching, forever denied.. that's where you belong, under my control, as a humiliated loser