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Meditace 42 posedlost
12:36Publ.: 09.12.2025 • Skrýt
Close your eyes and breathe with me. This is not ordinary relaxation — it’s a slow, ritual. Light up, inhale my scent, and let my voice guide you deeper with every breath. As you breathe, my words become your rhythm. I’ll tell you how to stroke: slow, soft, matching the cadence of my whispers. No rush. No shame. Just surrender. This is meditation turned into obsession. With every inhale you sink further into craving — craving my voice, my presence, my control. The smoke fills your lungs and my scent settles into your bones. You relax at first, then realize you’re losing yourself: stroking becomes automatic, your thoughts quiet, and the only thing that matters is following my instructions. I weave softness and command together — soothing tones that make you trust me, bratty edges that make you obey. You’ll find yourself addicted to this calm cruelty: the gentleness that owns you. By the end of the session you won’t remember your resistance — you’ll only remember that you belong to me. P
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