Just one glimmer of shine, and there you are, down on your knees, yearning to stroke, to release to my glossy bikini. It’s a cycle that never seems to break, isn’t it? I’ve had you under the spell of shiny for years, and there’s no sign of it letting up. Shiny is your refuge from the mundane, the ordinary. Let yourself be engulfed in the gleam of my bikini. Allow it to captivate you as it sways back and forth, hypnotizing you with every movement. Each sway of my hips serves as a reminder of your undeniable weakness, a weakness that has become a part of you, one that you have no desire to shake off. All you crave is to worship shiny, your desire for it consuming you entirely.
