Count your blessings, look at the stars, soojn you'll be in awe, in pure bliss. A Mindless state, starstruck and weak for tits. Your obsession never gone, only growing stronger, making you so weak and pathetic for my perfect Godly tits. It's unreal just how much this addiction has spread and I'll only sink my perfectly manicured claws deeper in you from now on. You're so dumb, every little glitter and glimmer catches your eye, with that little trick I pulled you in so much, you can't escape this addiction cycle, god knows you've tried, but oh how you failed, so pathetically I might add. You just can't resist the bliss, the spell I put you under. It's too good. Too perfect, you need more. it's not just a craving anymore, it's a permanent ritual of your day to day. A daily addiction. Ready to see stars in your eyes?