Oh, bra bitch… isn’t this what you call true romance? For a weak, helpless little tit slave like you, it certainly is. You’ve gone far beyond the average worshipper — deeper and deeper — until it’s no longer just my tits you crave, but the soft material that holds them, my giant bras. All you want is to adore them… to take them out, to cherish them, to lose yourself in their silky embrace. Not every bra, of course — only the beige, soft, delicate ones that make you feel safe in your obsession. Even you need a touch of normalcy, don’t you? So go on… fall in love with my bra. Humble yourself at the lowest level, exactly where you belong. Because I will never say yes — so ask my bra on a date instead, bra bitch.
