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You’re back for more. Like every man before you, you’re too weak to resist. It’s not your fault. It’s the power of my legs pulling you back like a spell. No matter how hard you try, you cannot resist. You promise yourself you’ll stop. You say you’ll never put yourself in this position again, this position of being weak for me, of kneeling before me to worship my legs, but you can’t help it. You have to gaze once more time upon my perfection. You have to jerk off to my legs. The most powerful orgasms you’ve ever had all happen when you’re worshipping me legs. It’s no wonder you’re here again. You’re driven by pleasure. As long as you allow yourself to be ruled by pleasure, you’ll be drawn to me, you’ll return to me. Once you’ve orgasmed, you’ll once again feel the shame of being so weak. It feels awful afterward and you vow you’ll never return. You don’t want to be weak, but you can’t help yourself. So don’t think of that now. Stare at my legs, enjoy their beauty. Cum before the shame returns. Give yourself over to pleasure and watch as I cross and uncross my legs. You shouldn’t even try to resist. It feels too good to be here.