and the moment my tits appear on screen, let go... Cling to my cleavage like an addictive substance you recognize without ever having tasted it. I’m already surrounding you, wrapping around your mind, owning you completely.

My voice is already inside your skull, my tits are taking control of your breath, you follow my orders, you stroke for me, you climb, you shiver, you tremble, and every second brings you closer to the edge.

You think you’re going to finish, you feel it coming, but you still haven’t understood that I’m not here to set you free. I’m here to tie you tighter. To leave you right at the edge. To turn you into a needy worshipper. And when I look into your eyes, when I squeeze my breasts just for you, you finally understand your cleavage obsession.

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Are you ready to lock yourself into total devotion, into a visceral worship where your mind collapses at the simple sight of my cleavage, the shape of my breasts, the softness of my pink nipples showing through the fabric? You just realized it, didn’t you?

You’re no longer looking at a woman, but at a living obsession, a sacred altar pulling you in completely while you stroke yourself like a desperate good boy, ready to give away every second of your pleasure without ever hoping for any reward, because the more you worship me, the closer I bring you to the edge, the longer I keep you there, the more I let you burn, because you’re infinitely better when you stay tense, throbbing, starving, cock heavy, thoughts erased, unable to think about anything but my breasts.

Sit down, take your cock in your hand, and the moment my tits appear on screen, let go... Cling to my cleavage like an addictive substance you recognize without ever having tasted it. I’m already surrounding you, wrapping around your mind, owning you completely.

My voice is already inside your skull, my tits are taking control of your breath, you follow my orders, you stroke for me, you climb, you shiver, you trembl

Cleavage Obsession