Stare at these heavy, bouncy breasts and feel your mind melt. Years of training hid a weakness inside you, and every sway of my chest wakes it up again. The more you try to be strong, the more you need to kneel, worship, and give until you have nothing left.
I love watching you falter, knowing you will set traps to make sure you fail over and over. This is mental domination with a deliciously dangerous loop, and once you see those breasts you will want to surrender every single time.