The Invitation: Scent Slave Mind Fuck
Kneel. Your hands are already moving, aren’t they? Good. This isn’t just about my tits, it’s about all of me. The slow drag of your palm as you imagine my feet against your skin, the way your breath would hitch if my thighs closed around your ears. You worship everything, starting with the delicate soles of my feet, the arch of my toes pressing into your submission. Your cock swells as you kneel, imagining the weight of my thighs, the way they’d clench around your face if you were allowed… but you’re not. Not yet. You’re only here to ache for the curves of my hips, the warmth of my stomach, the way my breath hitches when your fingers trace me. Stroke for every inch. Edge for every curve. You’re not just a gooner, you’re a devotee. And by the time you finish, you’ll know my body better than your own.
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