Whenever you look into My deep desirable cleavage the power consumes you. My words twist and change your thoughts into My voice. What really is there left inside of your mind that belongs to you? How much of yourself is left?
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Whenever you look into My deep desirable cleavage the power consumes you. My words twist and change your thoughts into My voice. What really is there left inside of your mind that belongs to you? How much of yourself is left?