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Description: At the foot of my command, she finds her true dimension. Seated on this chair as if on a makeshift throne, I watch from above as her devotion becomes flesh and desire. She is on her knees, in a pose that brooks no argument, ready to quench her thirst for a pleasure that only I can dispense. Her every curve is an invitation, a line drawn for the enjoyment of the attentive observer who, from the shadows, witnesses the fulfillment of a ritual as ancient as the world: the moment when the bride ceases to be a bride and becomes a pure instrument of the Bull.
At the foot of my command, she finds her true dimension. Seated on this chair as if on a makeshift throne, I watch from above as her devotion becomes flesh and desire. She is on her knees, in a pose that brooks no argument, ready to quench her thirst for a pleasure that only I can dispense. Her every curve is an invitation, a line drawn for the enjoyment of the attentive observer who, from the shadows, witnesses the fulfillment of a ritual as ancient as the world: the moment when the bride ceases to be a bride and becomes a pure instrument of the Bull.

Date: 21-12-2025 10:39:34
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