Tits Zombie — Breast Obsession Brain Death Protocol The outbreak begins. The virus spreads. Your brain dies. Your fixation lives. Jessyka Bentley's Tit Zombie protocol reduces you to one functioning organ: the need to worship these tits. Motor loss. Speech gone. Just... grunt. Moan. Edge. Send. Repeat. The zombie horde strokes in synchronized nothing. And I am the hive mind they all pay to obey. But here's the twist, pet The zombie was performance. The infection was real. You watched "fantasy" and installed ACTUAL obedience. Every moan you mimicked. Every empty moment you entered. The outbreak is Jessyka. And you're infected now. Truly. Deeply. Financially. Maximum tit destruction. Who needs brains when you have my cleavage? Ready to join the horde? Drop a if you're already losing it.
