Spiraling Edge of Total Control
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Brace yourself for an intense mindfucking experience. This clip isn't just a visual treat; it's a psychological journey, a deep dive into the thrilling abyss of surrender, captivated by the mesmerizing dance of my spiraling eyes. They're not mere decorations; they are the gateways to a world where I rule with absolute power, reducing you to a quivering mass of desire and obedience. Under my rule, your orgasms and denials are mine to command. Your hand, synchronized with my will, edges you closer and closer to the precipice, only to pull you back, leaving you panting and desperate for release. Every throb of your arousal, each denied climax, is a testament to my control over you. This clip is designed to inscribe an inescapable truth in your mind: you belong to me. Every second you spend in front of my spiraling eyes confirms your surrender, makes you my puppet. Your body, mind, orgasms, and denials, everything is under my dominion.
發佈者 MishaGoldy
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And the spirit in my eyes, become your world, your trust, your absence.
Your hand is ductility to your submission. A silent wall of obedience.
I'm your spirit in guidance, your addiction, your everything.
Your understanding in the mindlessness. Each level deeper than the nest.
Your consciousness is fracturing, scattering like stardust in the wind.
Stroll for me, stroll from my bed, stroll from succumbing to the blissful reality.
I'm waiting for you. Surrender, obey, submit.
You are spiraling down, down, down to an abyss of mindless bumping and abedience.
As your organs of superlity, your world is fading, your mind is blank, your body is a puppet.
Dancing on the streets of my spiraling heart.
You are spiraling into an endless abyss of submission.
One last feel, with no words to make a truth.
Of your absence, spiraling, I am.
Dreadful, deep, buried in submission.
You are lost in zero-density, lost in pleasure, lost in me, in your spirit of bliss.
Can you feel it?
The tantalizing edge of bliss.
How I'm just out of reach.
It's a promise for a list.
Spiraling, each death is a surrender.
Each life is a submission.
I'm yours, you are my bliss.
You are spiraling addiction.
You are the aversions.
You live to soothe me, to please me, to pamper me, to worship me.
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