cry for mama

You enter the ring in jeans and a t-shirt, Baroness waiting with her arms folded confidently under her thick breast.

You raise an eyebrow and smile at her. "Ready when you are."

"You'll cry like a broken bitch," she snarls at you.

"I haven't cried since I first found out that Ol' Yeller dies, so you've got your work cut out for you, missy. Sure hope crying in pleasure counts."