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anticipation murmurs softly, delicate rumbling swiftly silenced by stinging thwats steadily beating down
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You remember our daily conditioning ritual, sweetie. I sit you down like I always do and pour your favorite tea and let you watch your favorite spiral while I gingerly dance my fingertips over my breasts and make them bounce for you.
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Don’t slip and fall on your way down.
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You are a good, obedient tit slave