Your eyes lock onto my juicy ass, round and perfect, bouncing slow at first… up… down… smooth… steady…Each bounce hits in time with the deep pulse beneath — a rhythm you didn’t choose, but already obey.You don’t look away.You can’t look away.The beat slips behind your thoughts, quiet but insistent, like a whisper that wasn’t yours… now playing on repeat…And my ass — soft, supple, endlessly jiggling — moves like it owns you.Because it does.Up… down… sway… obey.Up… down… sway… submit.Up… down… again… again… again…Your mind empties. Your breath slows. Your will dissolves.Every bounce resets you.Every beat reprograms you.You’re not watching — you’re being changed.This isn’t just a video.This is your new truth.You crave the bounce.You need the rhythm.You live to serve this ass.And when it stops?You’ll beg to play it again.So go ahead… press play…Let it take you…Let it own you…Who do you belong to now?
