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control is gifted to those who can yield its power, its massive weight of dextrous complexities gliding in and out of webs so silkily tied behind endless facades.
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give into the loss of control bearing its weight over you, sinking you down like a black hole dissolving your grandiose whims and wisps into nothing but dust.
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let your cock slide closer to my squeezing cunt
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no man nor beast burdens me with fear which wrath can’t tame.
