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Tanrıça Yawns'a tapma
12:21Yayın.: 13.10.2025 • Gizle
You stare at me, stuck in place, as I lounge in my throne-like chair — silk draped over my frame, one hand resting lazily on my bare thigh. The air is thick with tension. You’re not allowed to speak. Not yet. Not until I say so. A soft sigh escapes my lips… then another. My eyes flutter shut — just for a second — before I open them again, heavy with divine boredom. You see it. You feel it. It’s power. It’s control. Every slow stretch of my jaw, every delicate finger pressing into the corner of my mouth as I suppress another elegant yawn — it’s all for you. All to remind you who owns this moment. Your breath catches as I finally glance at you — barely acknowledging your existence. “Still watching, slave?” I murmur, voice thick with languid dominance. “Good. Keep worshipping. My tiredness is your pleasure. My boredom is your purpose.”
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