You love me; don’t you? You worship me. You adore me. But it’s not because of my brains. It’s not due to my personality. It’s all about my fucking sexy rack. My tits are what you love. It’s quite alright because you know what? I love them too. I love running my hands up and over them. I love squeezing them together. I love bouncing them up and down. And I love teasing you with them. But do you really think you deserve them in your face? Hmmmmm, let’s see; when was the last time you were a good boy for me? When was the last time you paid your cum tax without prompting or bought me a gift off my wish list? Don’t you know how much my tits love it when you’re a good boy for me? Don’t you want to see them bounce up and down with happiness and clap together with praise for my good boy? Come on; be a good boy for my tits and in turn, they will be good to you.
