My tits are a weapon, and your weakness is delicious to me. Watch my hand stroke the curve of my breast, watch you quiver as every movement reminds you how small and powerless you are beneath this power.
Try to resist if you want, but the pull of divine tits and the promise of worship will have you giving in, offering tribute and adoration as you surrender to the swell of my breasts in that skimpy bikini. You won’t stand a chance.