Feel how my cleavage pulls you in, don’t fight it, slave, it’s impossible. Every time you click and spend, those powerful curves sink deeper into your head until your brain buzzes with need. You fell for them fast, and now you’re addicted, craving another fix of worship.
You’re weak for My tits, and I love making you admit it. Submit fully, tell Me how much you need them, and let My voice and those deep valleys take you further into obedience and dependency.