My description is : They say the Mistress does not walk into a room— she arrives, like a storm front, heavy and charged, bending the air around her. The moment she appears, conversation dies, breath tightens, and every instinct you’ve ever trusted tells you to lower your gaze. Dominance isn’t something she performs. It radiates from her like heat from iron. Her eyes are the first thing people remember— black, depthless, reflecting nothing, as though light itself refuses to enter her. If you look too long, you feel your thoughts slow, pulling toward her mind like caught prey. Some insist she doesn’t simply read your fears— she feeds on them. And it's her YAWATARITA! HUGE COCK AND LOT'S OF CUM'S!

I don't like: Liar