LILY DUPONT: A FACE MADE FOR MY FILTH
LILY DUPONT
The Canvas of Submission
This is the very picture of utter devotion, colloquially known. But first things first. A torrential release eases my pressure, drenching my willing subject in a warm, golden shower. Then, my servant's tongue attends to me, preparing the way with eager licks. You can likely guess what follows: I surrender completely, filling his mouth and painting his features without a hint of restraint. The rich, yielding texture is ideal for anointing his entire visage. Now, the portrait is complete—a true masterpiece of filth. His face is a mask of my creation, the scent thick and potent in the air. This profound degradation arouses him unbearably, his lust now a taut, trembling wire.
