July 21, 2025 11:48 PM
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Sweat, Socks, and Control
Six miles. No break. My thighs tight, chest heaving, and my shoes? Kicked off at the door.
Now I’m sprawled on the floor, legs stretched,
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The faceless domme you obsess over. Always out of reach, always in control. You don’t need to see my face to know you belong beneath me. Worship, send, repeat. $30 to approach
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