Cursed To Stroke To My Perfect Tits

You've been staring at cleavage for as long as you can remember, haven't you? Mmm yesss, every woman's breasts caught your eye, every curve made your mind go soft and stupid for just a moment. And you told yourself it was harmless.

But it was never harmless, pet. It was always leading somewhere. Every glance was pulling you closer to the moment where a woman with perfect tits would take that appreciation and turn it into something permanent.

You're already staring at my breasts, aren't you? Mmm, of course you are. Your eyes are drawn to them like gravity, and the more you look, the more you realize that looking was never going to be enough. What you need is to stroke. What you need is to lose yourself completely in the pleasure of worshiping my breasts.

And that need is about to become a curse, pet. A beautiful, permanent, inescapable curse that rewires your arousal so completely that my tits become the only thing that makes you throb. The only thing that makes you leak. The only thing that makes you cum.

Press play, pet. My breasts are waiting. And your cock is already theirs.