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Send what belongs to your Mistress and stay on the floor.
Words are worthless; your tribute speaks for you, slave.
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Stopping inches from your lips just to feel your trembling breath against my skin is when you realized who you belong to.
Stay on your knees, slave, and learn to crave my exhale because you haven't earned anything more.πβ€οΈβπ₯
I can't even stop kissing myself, I can't imagine what you're going through. Beg properly, slave, and you might just earn your place between us.πβ€οΈβπ₯