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Are you recovering from the intense stimulation I gave you with barely an effort at all?
The rush of pleasure that assaulted your brain.
It's no wonder your head is already going numb.
It's too late to stop. Your thoughts are already being substituted with my naughty tweets.
Imagine how warm it would be? How naughty and wet it would sound with every thrust~
No putting it in though just yet.
I want to reach down with my finger and make a "come here" motion right under the tip, where it's really sensitive.. rub you through your pants for a few seconds~
Now now Mr.Prince we’ve both just gotten off on the wrong foot with each other. To be fair, you were going on about defeating my succubi daughters and 'saving' their pets from their evil. You did end up falling for my daughter, giving up your cum to fuel her. You’re family now.
One time there was a really pure princess, she had cute lovey-dovey sex with the prince~ He was going to make her a Mommy~
Then he found out he got entranced by a succubus, oopsie~ His cum became her snack~
His heirs got flushed down the drain and the succubus became Queen, aw~
If it were up to me~
I would toy with you for hours and trance you so much you break, several times. Make you sink further and further into trance every time, milk your brain out from your orgasms, tease you with the sight of me licking it off my finger..
Let Mommy relieve you~
A little piece of Mommy is in there with you, wrapped tightly around your brain like a collar~
When you get home unlike before it won't be like falling to trance~ it'll be more like taking off a jacket as you come to me~ returning to a natural state as you fall into my arms~
Don't doubt the power your Mommy has over your human psyche. She’s a mindflayer. You want her to make it so you never truly leave her trance. You can go about your day at work or wherever, but the entire time you will be deep asleep, following her programmed instructions.
You know that you’ll never be able to control your urges.
You love giving in and letting yourself feel really good.
All it takes is that one perfect tweet from Mommy and that illusion that one has control totally falls apart.
The feeling of losing all self control is too good.
There’s only one order left to fulfill
Ready?
Stare
Submit to your weakness
Bury your face
And leave your mind in my care
You didn't need it anyway, right?
Just let it all out right there
Those useless thoughts
Look forward to the next tweet
Be sure to stay pent up
How do you like your daily exercises?
Mommy’s dumdum bunbun
Rubbing for some funfun
Never will it cumcum
Rubbing ‘til it’s dumdum
Always Mommy’s bunbun
Stay consistent every day~
Catching on, aren't you?
It's too late to think about it
You won't stop stroking it anyway