Halloween Leg Worship

My long perfect legs are in your head. Ive ensnared you in my web, trapped, your addiction growing with every pump of your hand around your cock. Its pure bliss worshipping my tattoos, my feet, my thighs. A slave to these Long Legs. Theres no point in resisting. Its impossible. My perfection is a tool of torment, the venom that sinks you deeper into a state of ecstasy. Allow the web to wrap you up, pulling you down, rendering you immobile. You have no choice but to stroke and worship these legs.