Imagine me walking out in a shirt that destroys your composure, my cleavage stealing your focus in front of your poor, flat-chested wife. I’ll make you confess, stumble over excuses, and neglect everything for one glimpse of these massive tits. You’ll try to resist, but my presence is a homewrecker, and you belong to the wreckage.
I’ll push your boundaries until the truth slips from your lips and rolls through your body. This is mindfuckery and temptation stitched together, a slow unraveling that leaves you desperate and completely undone.