My Steamy Story: Liz Truss as a dominatrix forcing her po...

My Story Time:

Okay, so I need to spill the tea on this absolutely unhinged glow up I had. I was, low-key, done with the political gridlock, bestie. Just totally over it. These men in their stuffy suits were blocking my every move, and I was like, period. No more. So I stopped trying to win them over with policy and decided to win them over with... my pussy. No cap.

I had this one rival, this absolute simp who thought he was the GOAT, come to my office. I was wearing this killer black outfit, giving main character energy, and I just pointed to the floor. "Get on your knees," I said, and his face? Sheer shook. I just pulled my thong to the side, my thick, dark bush totally on display. "Your briefing is right here," I told him, and he knew what to do. He dove in, his tongue all over my hairy cunt, and I just leaned back on my desk, moaning. "Yes, just like that, you fucking simp." The power was so spicy, watching this powerful man reduced to eating me out on command. It was iconic, honestly. The ultimate clapback.