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The altar you’ll never reach On my stomach, ass up like an offering to a Goddess who doesn’t share. Shiny black latex hugging my waist, thong disappearing between cheeks you’ll edge to for days. Hair

The altar you’ll never reach On my stomach, ass up like an offering to a Goddess who doesn’t share. Shiny black latex hugging my waist, thong disappearing between cheeks you’ll edge to for days. Hair fanned out, glasses framing the bratty glance that says “you’re nothing.” You’ll zoom in on every shine, every soft dimple, every strap digging in – and hate how one set of photos turns you into a mindless worshipper. This body owns your thoughts tonight. Kneel quietly and accept it, slave