I Eat Men Whole
Fucking up your world is my hobby. I know you think your dick can control and tame a born-sex goddess like me. Think again, fuck boy. I eat men like you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I'm a classic dominant maneater. I don't give a fuck about your feelings. I could give less than a fuck about your intellect. All I want is your mouth all over me and your dick inside me. You are my dildo on call. I love men who recognize that all they are to me is a big (hopefully) meaty dick, an enthusiastic tongue, thick fingers, and big balls for me to empty. You are explicitly warned: Before my skilled tongue enters your mouth, I tell you everything I intend to do to you. I tell you I'm a succubus, and your soul is mine; I'm going to drain you. I even ask you if you will let me drain you. Without fail, men choose to be my victims. I can't blame them. I understand them. My power is undeniable. If I had the choice of living life without experiencing the warm, tight grip of my pleasure tunnel choking a woefully unprepared dick, I'd choose to be my victim, too. Men, you are my prey, and I am the predator. Accept your fate. Stop fighting your fate. Dial the number, let Layla own your breath, and surrender to the feeding.



Send me the men who enjoy being destroyed...

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That's what happens when Layla the Maneater takes a bite.

Now you're limp, leaking, and still begging for my attention. Your wallet's empty. Your pride is gone.



