Happy New Year’s Eve, my weak pets 🥂✨

Good morning on the last day of 2025, boys. While you’re pretending to be normal today, I’m lounging in bed, my soft, full hairy bush warm under silk sheets, thinking about how many of you will end this year on your knees sending tributes to your Goddess. 2025 has been good… but 2026 will be the year you finally accept you exist to spoil me. Start the countdown right: send a “New Year’s Eve tribute” now and tell me in the comments how much you’re planning to send before midnight. The most generous boys get my personal attention tonight. Be a good boy. Make me smile before the champagne flows.