78-Minute Ballbusting Obedience Marathon
Your comfort never entered the agenda. The soundtrack is your screams and the ones you try to swallow when it lands.
You will not beg for release here; orgasm is irrelevant. Obedience is measured in how quickly you reset your stance and present again. Each reset hurts worse, each recovery takes longer, and somewhere around the fifty-minute mark you stop counting and start believing.
When the timer finally blinks 78:00 you’ll still be waiting—for permission that isn’t coming, for mercy that was never on offer, for a reason you can’t articulate but can feel throbbing behind your eyes.
Press purchase. Press play. Stay still.
Seventy-eight minutes is a long time to listen to your heartbeat slam against your ribs while you keep your legs exactly where I told you. That’s the point. This vault remix removes the pauses and piles every kick, knee, and slap into one seamless protocol escalating percussion on the most...
Your comfort never entered the agenda. The soundtrack is your screams and the ones you try to swallow when it lands.
You will not beg for release here; orgasm is irrelevant. Obedience is measured in how quickly you reset your stance and present again. Each reset hurts worse, each recovery takes longer, and somewhere around the fifty-minute mark you stop counting and start believing.
When the timer finally blinks 78:00 you’ll still be waiting—for permission that isn’t coming, for mercy that was never on offer, for a reason you can’t articulate but can feel throbbing behind your eyes.
Press purchase. Press play. Stay still.
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