Stare at my milky, flawless skin and admit how weak you get for these curves. My hips, my chest, my ass sit right where you can’t ignore them, and that closeness melts your resistance. You didn’t know you needed this worship until my body claimed your attention, and now you crave the submission that comes with adoring every line of me.
Come closer with your eyes, and let the worship take over. Kneel mentally or physically, trace the shapes you’ve been forbidden to touch, and obey the simple rules: click, crave, obey. My curves are your new religion, and I’m the priestess you can’t stop serving.