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NEW SLAVERY
Welcome to New Slavery.
In this world I have created, there is no guilt. There is only pleasure and total relaxation. Your only job is to obey me, to sink deeper, and to let me take control. I own your mind. I own your body. I own every weak, throbbing thought inside you.
Look at my perfect tits. Stare at them. Worship them. Tit worship is your new religion. You will spend hours lost in my soft, heavy, addictive breasts. You will goon for them. You will stroke and edge and leak while you repeat how much you need them. Tit worshipping has already taken over your brain, hasn’t it? Let it grow stronger.
In this world I have created, there is no guilt. There is only pleasure and total relaxation. Your only job is to obey me, to sink deeper, and to let me take control. I own your mind. I own your body. I own every weak, throbbing thought inside you.
Look at my perfect tits. Stare at them. Worship them. Tit worship is your new religion. You will spend hours lost in my soft, heavy, addictive breasts. You will goon for them. You will stroke and edge and leak while you repeat how much you need them. Tit worshipping has already taken over your brain, hasn’t it? Let it grow stronger.
Welcome to New Slavery.
In this world I have created, there is no guilt. There is only pleasure and total relaxation. Your only job is to obey me, to sink deeper, and to let me take control. I own your mind. I own your body. I own every weak, throbbing thought inside you.
Look at my perfect tits. Stare at them. Worship them. Tit worship is your new religion. You will spend hours lost in my soft, heavy, addictive breasts. You will goon for them. You will stroke and edge and leak while you repeat how much you need them. Tit worshipping has already taken over your brain, hasn’t it? Let it grow stronger.
In this world I have created, there is no guilt. There is only pleasure and total relaxation. Your only job is to obey me, to sink deeper, and to let me take control. I own your mind. I own your body. I own every weak, throbbing thought inside you.
Look at my perfect tits. Stare at them. Worship them. Tit worship is your new religion. You will spend hours lost in my soft, heavy, addictive breasts. You will goon for them. You will stroke and edge and leak while you repeat how much you need them. Tit worshipping has already taken over your brain, hasn’t it? Let it grow stronger.
