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Your eyes fixate on my perfect breasts as I tease you relentlessly. “You wish your cock were getting squeezed by my tits,” I tell you, “so you can feel all of your cum being pushed to the tip of your cock.” The thought alone makes you desperate. My hands move rhythmically over my skin and nipples, knowing you can’t look away... so desperate for the slightest touch, aren't you? I tease and tell you to stroke, watching you subconsciously give complete control up for my tits, watching that precum drip from your cock, which I take ownership of. “Every time you see a pair of breasts, you will be thinking of mine milking your cock. I have complete ownership over you now.” You stroke faster by my command, while you fantasise about being milked and drained. “You will make such a mess as you imagine my skin pressed up against yours, feeling your throbbing cock between my breasts, which you so clearly worship. The tension builds: “Your cock is aching. It needs to be milked.” Even knowing I'm untouchable, you can’t help but crave, worship and obsess while you beg and stroke until “I've milked every last drop from your throbbing cock.”