You know the weak parts of you need this, you filthy little addict. My big, powerful tits take over the screen and your brain melts, that sweet, mocking voice guiding you closer until you can’t tell where control ends and obsession begins. Every curve calls you, and you give in, over and over.
Keep your finger ready. One more click, one more promise to yourself that this time you’ll stop, while my chest laughs and pulls you deeper into the need to watch, to worship, to click again.