The mere thought of my perfect, soft tits triggers you into a spiral, doesn’t it? Wearing this royal blue bodysuit, my cleavage drives you crazy, it makes you so weak! Just giving you a glimpse of something you’ll never touch, something you'll never have. I press them together just for you, watching your desperate hands tremble as you edge closer and closer to ruin. You will never touch them, feel them, be near them. You're unworthy, undeserving and too inferior for such a privilege! But I’ll tease you anyway, rubbing them just inches from the screen, laughing as your frustration builds. You can stroke, you can ache, but you’ll always be denied. My tits own you now, and they’ll keep you addicted, always on the edge, always starving for more. How long can you last before you crumble, begging for release you won’t get? Go on, eager toy. Edge for me.