My huge breasts fill your world, pressing against that tiny black sweater until it strains and threatens to burst. They sit inches from your face, heavy and intoxicating, and your breathing speeds up while your thoughts fray into a single, hungry thread.
You try to fight it, but my cleavage owns you. Watch me tease, feel the power shift as your resistance crumbles, and submit to the magnetic pull. Worship them properly, beg if you must, because these tits demand surrender.