Cold weather hides a delicious secret. Under the soft layers of my sweater live warm, bouncy tits that make your mind go quiet the second they slip into view. The audio will crawl along your nerves, every breath and rustle driving you deeper into my control.
I strip you of reason with a slow, teasing reveal, until your only thought is worship. Feel your focus narrow to the rise and fall of my chest, hear my voice plant orders in your head, and lose yourself to the delicious, mind‑bending ache I create.