You’re a pervert, and I know it the second you stare at the simplest of tops and melt into a quivering mess. My curves are a weapon, and you’re already molded, ready to give everything up for the barest glimpse of My chest. Beg, whine, make excuses, I love how easy you are to break just by letting My shirt hang loose.
This is a mindfuck, baby. I get inside your head, plant the need, and watch you worship My tits like it’s the only thing that matters. You’ll come crawling back for more, begging to be punished and rewarded in the same breath, because I own that part of you now.