What’s better than spending all your money to worship your curvy blonde hair, blue eyed Goddess? The answer is nothing. You’ve been doing it all year long, why should the holidays be any different. Look at me, this shiny silver lingerie on my pale white skin, the way it hugs in all the right places. I know you’re already excited to give in. I captivate that dumb boy brain of yours with my perfection, teasing you with my tits and ass, reminding you that you’ll never be worthy of me. Flipping you off with my middle finger and loser symbol, you can’t get enough. So worship me, stroke to me, goon to me because it just feels natural for a loser like you to serve Goddess Rose Thorne.
