Love Boobs (Story)

Don’t you just love my big, beautiful tits? I know you do. You love worshiping my creamy, perfect breasts. They make you stupid. They turn you into a horny, mindless loser. Braindead of everything but how good it feels to serve me. You love my tits. Look how fucking gorgeous they are. How utterly perfect. You want your face buried in my cleavage. You want to feel my soft skin on your face. I know.

My tits are making you weaker and weaker. I know. Don’t you know that by now? Haven’t you figured out how good I am at exploiting all of your weaknesses? It’s so easy to control you with my tits. I know the power I hold over you. Just stare at my tits loser. Let them take over your mind. Are you drooling a little bit? I know you are. But don’t jizz in your pants just yet.

You’re a weak addicted fool for me. I know because you’re furiously beating your cock for my perfect tits. It looks to me like you’re being brainwashed by my tits. You’re stuck in servitude to me forever. Just keep stroking and staring as you lose your mind.

They are mesmerizing, aren’t they? Stare and stroke my weak little stroke slut. It’s such a shame you were born a loser and you’ll never get near them. They’re so perfect. They keep you weak. They are the key to your submission. My beauty keeps you ensnared.

Cum for my tits. Cum and let every last brain cell leak out from your head. You’re a cummy, drippy mess for my gorgeous breasts. Messy, weak, addicted and unable to ever escape. You’re my little titty slave. You are always going to worship my pretty tits. I know you love them...

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