My voice like honey dripping down your dick, pulling you in and down. I was born to hunt you down, the thrill of the chase, the euphoria of the capture drives Me. And you love to run, to hide, to cum...closer and closer, wondering if this day will be your last, if I’ll finally catch you.

When you are HARD you will BEG then you will STROKE. As I talk to you, PENETRATING your consciousness with My beautiful eyes, you can hear another dialogue in your left ear. It’s not for you, just STROKE, the left audio is directed to your subconscious, you are too distracted with NIPPLE to hear an...

My voice like honey dripping down your dick, pulling you in and down. I was born to hunt you down, the thrill of the chase, the euphoria of the capture drives Me. And you love to run, to hide, to cum...closer and closer, wondering if this day will be your last, if I’ll finally catch you.

When you are HARD you will BEG then you will STROKE. As I talk to you, PENETRATING your consciousness with My beautiful eyes, you can hear another dialogue in your left ear. It’s not for you, just STROKE, the left audio is directed to your subconscious, you are too distracted with NIPPLE to hear and so you DROP rapidly.

I was born to hunt. The urge to capture My prey is in every cell of My body. My body was designed to attract and disable My victims, overloading him, you, with pleasure, confusion and an unrelenting ache.

I am THE predator, soft, gentle, LETHAL. I was designed by nature to bring men like you to their knees.

I am on your scent bitch, know that I will forever have you in My sights, your subconscious betraying you. You know you are PREY, your time is running out. I am the Hunter. I live for the chase so Keep running bitch, it only makes Me wetter and the inevitable capture even hotter! I am The hunter and you are the hunted...

Contains: layered vocals, mesmerise, mental domination, mind fuck, female domination, goddess worship, tit worship, ass worship, joi, masturbation encouragement, femdom pov, cum countdown, powerful woman, nipples, eye contact, trance metaphor