The slaps of 7 Mistresses, beautiful, and of my female slave, as petite as she is badass. Our hands strong and warmer as we pounce on those stupid faces. Slaves on their knees, as sacrificial victims available for us Goddesses to vent. And then like worms on the ground, the cheeks in contact with the floor to cool them down and give them relief. A beautiful soundtrack will come out of it?

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