These big, full 40FF tits aren’t just flesh, they’re a weapon, and you already know it. Every time I let them brush against you, your spine forgets how to say no. You keep buying my clips, watching me own you, because each glimpse pulls you deeper into the pit you promised yourself you’d never touch again.
You can try to rationalize it, but logic melts the moment my hand cups the curve, the moment my chest fills your vision. My breasts have claimed your mind, and with every stroke you give, you sink further. How did this addiction get so deep? Don’t answer, just give in.