Did you really think my cleavage was just for show? My tits are a weapon, and I use them to make men into mush. I smile, I tease, and your brain melts into a puddle at the sight of my perfect valley, leaving you helpless, eager, and begging for anything I’ll grant.
I’ll play you like a puppet, make you worship, beg, and perhaps even pay for the privilege of staring. This is playful domination with a sharp edge, a delicious collapse of will where your only thought is the next glimpse of my breasts.