Wichs auf mein rotlippenritual

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I will dominate your senses with the sinful slide of my red lipstick, drawing you into a depraved spiral of need with each slick layer I apply. As you watch, transfixed, I'll command you to jerk like the desperate, pathetic addict you are, every stroke synchronized with my pouts and smirks. You're nothing but a puppet, and these glossy, crimson lips are pulling your strings, driving you into a frenzy of lust and powerlessness. Worship them, obey them, and surrender to the overwhelming urge to serve at the altar of my beauty, you filthy slave.