“Hard dick. Tick tock. Big tits.” It will be reverberating in your mind for days, if not weeks to come. Today you crave my tits , and with that comes the metronome, to retrain your brain to follow direction more aptly, while staring into the immaculate cleavage before you. You’re permissed to tribute lightly, jerk sparsely, and breathe to order. You are hooked on my tits, the ticking of my metronome, and my voice steering you through the process. Today you won’t be cumming, but a leak is generous enough, right? Right. Say “Thank you, Goddess.”