There is something hypnotic about my shiny, round tits. That wet look dress clings and gleams, and every light bounce pulls at your hands. The shine doesn’t just catch your eye, it manipulates your mind, turning your will into a steady rhythm of strokes.
You’ll worship the glow until it owns you. I’ll coax you deeper into addiction, until every desperate pump is proof that you belong to my shine, and you crave more punishment for the pleasure I give.