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You're back, gasping on the floor beneath me. My perfect, fishnet-wrapped ass descends, sealing your nose and mouth in tight, stifling darkness. No air unless Goddess grants it, no stroking unless Goddess laughs and allows. Each slow descent lasts longer, grinding deeper, until black sparkles dance behind your eyes. Between rounds you'll chant my chosen mantra “Goddess' ass bitch, nothing more” until it echoes in your empty skull.