You need to ache for me, to sit with that delicious blue balling until the world narrows down to my chest. These huge tits rule you, pressing into your thoughts, making privacy a temptation you can’t resist. You want to pump for me, but even that need is part of my game.
Doubt me if you must, but know this: the trap is always waiting. One trigger, one image, and you’ll be right back under my spell, aching and reaching for the only thing that matters to you, me — your Princess.