You know that stomach-drop feeling? That’s what I want you to chase as you stare at my chest. Surrender to the fall, and let my heavy tits become the gravity that drags you down. I’ll guide your focus straight to my cleavage, to the soft, insistent weight that makes your mind go slack and obedient, until worship becomes the only thing you’re capable of.
This is a mind fuck dressed as tit worship. POV domination, slow and deliberate, designed to make you worship, beg, and lose yourself beneath my breasts. Fall for me, then keep falling—there’s no safety net below, only my voice and the delicious surrender that follows.