You used to finish to anything, but not anymore. My breasts have invaded your thoughts, their weight and warmth turning every orgasm into something dependent and uncontrollable. Each stroke gets weaker and every release ties you closer to the power these perfect tits hold over your mind and body.
I’ll tighten that hold until there’s no going back, wearing the bra that frames them like a crown while I watch you fall deeper. You’ll beg, you’ll worship, and you’ll need me more with every passing second. That’s the delicious trap you wanted, isn’t it?