"Spit And Tits Birthday Worship"

You came back. Of course you did. Day four of birthday worship week, and your Goddess is dressed to destroy you – a black sheer top barely concealing my rosy brown puffy nipples. By the time they're hard and on full display, you'll be a pathetic, drooling mess, begging for my birthday spit.

And you'll get it, slave. There is nothing in this world like consuming my crystalline essence directly from the source. Watch as my divine spit trickles slowly down my supple tits, dripping off my hard nipples – and imagine your open mouth catching every drop. This is your birthday treat. This is more than you deserve.

You're so addicted. So in love with your perfect birthday Goddess. Every day of this week it intensifies – deeper in lust, deeper in love, deeper in MY control. By the time day seven arrives, there will be nothing left of you but devotion.

So open wide, slave. Worship my tits. Take my spit. And don't forget – day four means the birthday tax is due. Pay before you drool.