My red dress barely holds these perfect tits and I know exactly what that does to you. I trail my fingers over each curve, tilt my chest, and watch your eyes dilate as your brain melts into mush. You try to fight it, you try to look away, but every slow caress rewires you until all that’s left is desperate, needy worship of my cleavage.
This is more than arousal, it’s a delicious, malicious addiction. I’ve warped your mind and shifted your body into craving me. Keep watching and let me finish what I started, because with these breasts in your face you won’t have to think at all.