Silence is domination. Lying on my stomach, legs raised, bare feet on full display behind me — my face stares directly into the lens, into you. No words. Just control. Watch as I distort my features — crossing my eyes, sticking out my tongue, twisting into dumb, mocking expressions meant to break your focus… and your will. My hand jerks sharply — not for pleasure, but to command yours. Two more poses, slower this time, so you can fully admire the curves of my feet, the thickness of my toes, the way my dark, hairy arms frame every second of your suffering. The clip locks on my final face — eyes fully crossed, blank, victorious. This is your new stroking fuel. You don’t touch yourself unless I’m on your screen. You don’t come unless you’re staring into my deranged gaze. Are you ready to obey?