There isn’t a single thing you think about more than my perfect, plump tits… and that isn’t an assumption.. t’s simply a fact about you. A truth you can’t escape no matter how hard you try. The reality is that I’m only here to worsen it even more (typing this with a devious smile). Every second you spend staring, obsessing, replaying my body in your head just pulls you deeper into your addiction. You fucking love everything I do to you. The way I make you feel weak, hazy, needy, completely consumed… you crave it. You love titnosis. You need titnosis. And the more you give in, the more impossible it becomes to think about anything else besides me.