It tickles me pink watching you fold beneath my tiny, vindictive string bikini, every gasp a confirmation of how powerless you are. I love the mess your weakness makes, I love watching my big tits and shiny fabric ruin your composure, pull you deeper into worship and wreck your life a little more.
You know the first step to rebuilding is learning to say no, but you can’t deny this. Give in, adore these tits, and let this tit worship remind you why you can never resist me.