I’m kinking on this because they both look so sleepy and out of it. I kind of would love to think they’re being puppeted or playing out some post-hypnotic suggestion
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(If you insist…)
Which of them is hypnotized? It’s a fair question. It has to be one of them, after all; there’s an intensity and a focus to their lovemaking that only comes when the mind is allowed to shed all those tedious, extraneous thoughts and center completely on the pleasure, completely on the sensation of pure mindless rapture. The drowsy, quarter-open eyes and the delicious, languorous movements all whisper ‘mesmerized’. But which is the hypnotist…and which is the subject?
It’s clearly the pale girl. Right? Her eyes are almost completely closed, and she’s lounging on her side with her ear close to the tan girl’s lips. She’s slowly pumping her fingers in and out of the other woman’s wet, dripping cunt, keeping a smooth, mechanical pace that suggests the perfect rhythm of the deeply hypnotized mind. She’s lost in the moment, living to provide nothing but pleasure and softly thrilled to sink into the timeless joy of fucking away at her lover’s pussy. She has to be hypnotized.
But look at the other girl. She’s completely relaxed, the pleasure mellowing out her thoughts into a stoned, blissful daze as the pale woman’s fingers work at her clit. Her lips are unmoving, save perhaps to lay another kiss on the woman bringing her so much blank, mindless ecstasy with every touch, every gentle caress. And her right hand…it’s hidden, disappeared somewhere off beyond the camera’s view. Somehow, though, we all instinctively know where it is. It’s moving at the same pace, working at the same rhythm, fucking with the same intensity. She’s fucking and being fucked, a vicious circle that sends them both deeper and deeper into trance and into mindless rapture at the same time.
So there must be another, right? A third person, controlling both their wills and spiraling them deeper into obedient bliss. Some off-screen puppet master, perhaps a man, perhaps a third woman whose commands are driving them helplessly to pleasure each other deeper and deeper as the power over their minds becomes more and more irresistible. There has to be one, doesn’t there? If there’s control, there has to be a controller?
No. There doesn’t. That’s these women’s secret. They’re both hypnotized, their minds centered and focused on the pleasure of the experience they share until they enter a state of near-tantric intensity. The only thing they think of right now is each other’s bodies, each other’s sensations, the beauty and majesty of the way they explore each other with their fingers and tongues. The world has dropped away as their shared trance deepens, until the moment where they can’t take another climax, another orgasm, another drop of bliss in a mind utterly saturated with it. Then, sated, they will sleep in each other’s arms and wake again, once more themselves.
Until then, each of them is both controller and controlled. And both of them have surrendered to the pleasure that commands them.
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