Do you even see how eager my tits are to pop right out of this dress and really give you something to enJOI, huh?

You love being my tits’ bitch so tell them. Tell my tits how you love them. How they are burned themselves into your brain. And you’re stroking staring at my big beautiful tits. So while you’re stroking I want you admitting to my tits just how weak and horny, how stupid and desperate you get for them. Tell my beautiful tits how you’re nothing more than a mindless stroking tit bitch for them. How you’d do anything for the opportunity to see me topless, to see my tits in all their full bare nipples out glory. Any price will be paid for my tits. Hover your finger over that tribute button and beg my tits to accept your tribute and see what you’ve always dreamt of.

My tits make you so stupid that you actually believe you’re going to get them too.

So this clip is more so directed toward HER but feel free to watch it together.

Do you know what he thinks about when he jerks off? Or even while he’s fucking you? He’s thinking of my ass. I mean does your ass really look anything like mine in these tight sheer pants? There is absolutely no comparison. In fact my ass is so perfect and you’re still with this one who can’t get enough of me, the two of you were meant for each other to worship me ass together. So now the two of you, get down on your knees and be my ass bitches together.

The hotter it is the harder it is… to resist. Do my tits make you weak and stupid? Do my tits coerce you to do naughty things? Look at my tits and then look down at your rock solid cock and tell me how often do I always get what I want?

My tits fuck you up. Tell my tits just how weak they make you. Tell them stupid you become when I pull them out. You wanna be a good tit bitch for me and enjoy this stroke. You want to get down on your knees and give to me, presenting my tits an offer of tribute they can’t refuse. You need my approval and satisfaction to guarantee you an orgasm. Grovel and convince me you need a good stroke. You want to give these tits more, you want to give them everything so you can stroke to them. You need this stroke and you need this orgasm.

Creamy silky wrinkles hidden underneath my worn out socks. My feet own you. They consume your thoughts and control your orgasms. Imagine my feet smashing my stinky socks down onto your face. Restraining my socks over your nose and mouth. You can do nothing other than smell my socks and taste my beautifully wrinkled feet. Smothered and covered, consumed by my feet and blessed with a foot cum countdown. Oh foot bitch! How lucky you are.

So cute right? I don’t even have to try. I just show up and snap my fingers and I effortlessly get what I want. All because of you. I only have to exist. I flaunt in your face my natural ability to profit off of being me. I mean, how many more ways can I say it? It’s the truth. You with your beta brain, you’re predisposed to be naturally attracted to, helpless in fact to an assertive, sexy woman. I just show up and I take what I want from you. The real magic happens when it’s just be being me. Reality is hotter than fantasy. My candid ability to work over men is true power.