The books and ornaments on the shelves begin to rattle, the .. (OnlyFans)

The books and ornaments on the shelves begin to rattle, the grandfather clock spins faster and faster until you can hardly make out the arms behind the stark white background. Your vision flickers and dims, as you see her moving from her seat on the chair in front of you. She comes to stand before you, her head almost a the ceiling - she grows as you begin to shrink, glued to your seat. You want to leave, but you can't. Something keeps you here. She begins to lift her skirt, exposing her milk white ass before you. This is is - this is the end. You know it, but you're not afraid - this is how you want to go. ♥️