You know you crave me, don’t you? While she rests beside you, your hand drifts down — gripping your cock, pumping harder, thinking not of her… but me. My big, soft tits fill your mind as you stroke, imagining them in your face, my nipples teasing your lips. She’ll never do the filthy things I will for you. I’m the obsession you hide, the wet dream you come back to night after night. I’ll suck you deep, ride you slow, or take your load on my chest like a prize — whatever you need, whenever you need it. I’m the one you want. The one you choose — even if only in secret.