My perfection is legendary, it’s completely altered you. I’ve delighted in every bit of it, seeing you pulled in more. God, I’ve become even hotter doing it. And I’ll just keep getting hotter. With that you will balance it out by becoming weaker. It’s a pulse beating in you, a crashing of a wave down your body, an itch you can’t scratch. You cannot stop the obsession. I have molded your mind to ache for me. And now, the focus is on my delicious tits. From one view to another, overwhelming you, hornier, frenzied, shaken and weak. You will feel this obsession grow, pulse, beg for more of my tits. Every delicious bounce, jiggle and squish. You cannot be without my tits. You love my boobs, endlessly. My juicy bouncy boobs have taken hours out of you for worship, at my altar, at my mercy, beneath the most beautiful and perfect Goddess. I am this unstoppable phenomenon, a religious experience in it’s truest form. You’ve met God. Me.
