I know how often you daydream about my perfect tits. I know how weak they make you. Just a glimpse of them makes you grow so stiff. Your cock pulses with need for me. Your mind races, imagining what it would feel like to cup my unattainable breasts in your hands, to cup their perfect creaminess in your palms. These tits own you. They lure you in, entrance you, and make you completely weak. You would give anything, do anything, to worship my tits... and yet, the agonizing truth is- you will NEVER touch my tits. You will never taste them, squeeze them, own them. You are a loser, and don't deserve perfection.