You thought you were strong, didn't you? Watch me strip down and feel every inch of your resolve crumble as my bare, milky breasts sway and glisten. Each soft curve is a calculated temptation, and with every slow movement your body remembers the ache you have fed on in secret.
Let that ache swallow you. I will tease until your thoughts fog and your heart thumps like it knows its place. Give in to the delicious weakness, and let me show you how utterly inevitable your surrender is.