It’s so easy to get lost in the net that traps my breasts, fishnet lines tugging and snapping across soft, powerful curves. Each pull makes them bounce, each bounce pulls you deeper into obsession until your whole world is nothing but the sight of these massive breasts caught and swaying, begging for your adoration.
Every time you focus you sink further into my web of control. Worship them, praise them, and prove you can handle what it means to be caught by me. Can you resist, or will you drown in the need to serve?