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Today, I ensnare you again, my devoted slave, with the irresistible power of my full, red lips. Watch closely as I trace the outline with a sharp, glistening crimson that signals your undoing. Each motion I make is a command, each glimmer a directive that binds you closer to my will. Surrender to the visual feast before you; let your mind become numb, your actions automatic. Stroke, as I command, trapped in the never-ending cycle of adoration and obedience. My lips don't just speak; they dictate your very pulse, your every breath. You belong to these lips, this red, and there is no escape from the lust they provoke or the control they command.
Gepubliceerd door MishaGoldy
