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You hear Diandra's commanding, wicked voice, soothing like a block of ice on a spine injury, making your entire body shiver with anticipation and fear. "Kneel before me."

You can't disobey it, your mind wouldn't let you, leaving you little to no choice in obeying your 'Mistress'' words.

You pant, the spell clouding your mind, your judgement, your resolve, and your spirit.

"Open your mouth, you filthy animal." She orders, her voice taking a cruel edge to it as she pulls her skirt up slowly, almost sensually.

You see her delicate, amazing slit, topped with a light, pink and perky clit, and you can't take your eyes off it, staring at it in absolute wonder.

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