[F4A] Cleavage Prejac [32:55] [Hypnosis] [Femdom] [Humiliation] [Degradation] [Inexperience Shaming] [Prejac] [Tits] [Trigger]

I know what you want. You want so very badly To feel the pleasure of a titillating orgasm. Effortlessly, you lust for the idea Of being constantly on edge. Trigger to come By the slightest hint of something titillating. Titilating, titilating tits, those, breasts.

Oh, mommy milkers. Just hooters, knockers, mallet lips, Fun bags. They come in so many different fun Shapes and sizes. You can never get tired of looking. Deep into the orgasm chasm of Klubbish, you can try Only once to gaze respectfully.

Not even the slightest Sight is enough to trigger a spark of excitement Even in your mind's eye, it is easy to imagine them now. Tell the leading titties, boobies, Bouncing breasts. Mommy milkers. Shiggling shucks. Honky hooter.

You can't look away from the knockers. You want a taste of those melons. How fun with some fun bags. It is easy for you to stare right now. My Mostly concealed bosom.

Leaving all of your attention. You are looking disrespectfully. I'll go and drool for these Titilating tits, staring through the cleavage. I can wiggle and squish my titillating titties together. Watch the cleavage dance.

I can Gather and scoop up my luscious breasts. Holding them up towards my …

I know what you want. You want so very badly To feel the pleasure of a titillating orgasm. Effortlessly, you lust for the idea Of being constantly on edge. Trigger to come By the slightest hint of something titillating. Titilating, titilating tits, those, breasts.

Oh, mommy milkers. Just hooters, knockers, mallet lips, Fun bags. They come in so many different fun Shapes and sizes. You can never get tired of looking. Deep into the orgasm chasm of Klubbish, you can try Only once to gaze respectfully.

Not even the slightest Sight is enough to trigger a spark of excitement Even in your mind's eye, it is easy to imagine them now. Tell the leading titties, boobies, Bouncing breasts. Mommy milkers. Shiggling shucks. Honky hooter.

You can't look away from the knockers. You want a taste of those melons. How fun with some fun bags. It is easy for you to stare right now. My Mostly concealed bosom.

Leaving all of your attention. You are looking disrespectfully. I'll go and drool for these Titilating tits, staring through the cleavage. I can wiggle and squish my titillating titties together. Watch the cleavage dance.

I can Gather and scoop up my luscious breasts. Holding them up towards my neck. Squeezing and playing with my nipples, Which you can't see. Have you ever Seen real nipples. And no, I don't mean any porn or hentai or pictures.

I mean face to face with a sexy woman Just like this. You strike me as the type with little To no experience. So easy to fluster and mold into whatever I want you to breathe so quick to come. Would you like to see more of mommy's tits? Shall I take off this tight, Chocolatey colored v neck, and let you see taste, sucks.

Plus my little inexperienced plaything. Want to be smothered by mommy's tits? Would it be your first time? I think it would be much hotter to deny you that pleasure, my dear. I like you better when you are desperate to pray.

Surprise. Just focus On my deep cleavage. Between my breasts that you don't really get to see. Even if you may really want to, I can, however, Hold the collar of my shirt down to show you My sheer white bra, but not enough so that you can see my pretty pink nipples, of Of course, I just want you to know that my bra, Here, so tied up against my soft skin, is getting more action than you. It holds my tits so firmly.

It makes my cleavage look So good. And it gets to rub and squeeze against my titillating titties. And you don't. Are you feeling jealous? Pay close attention.

Stare and watch as I hold them tightly, Squishing them up into my chest. So squishy under my fingers. Filling out my thin bra, and watch me let go of my Titillating titties. Watch them drop back down into place. I jiggle and bounce so much.

Just sit still and watch mommy play with her tits. My delicious tits, they're like contained. They're my white, like, Bread fingers hiding behind a bra and a shirt, And my long white hair, but you'll take what you can get. You'll sit there like a good little foyer while I Grab and hold each breast in each hand. Rub them together.

Bounce them up and down. Shake them and make them wiggle and jiggle. My cleavage expands and Compress it. I scoop up my tits and hold them up high on my chest, and drop them back down again And again and suddenly, your mind can only think about these tits, How badly you want to see more, stare, And maybe you will. Try not to drool over yourself while they drop and bounce and shingle.

And your mind can only focus on one thing. Mommy's Leave it. It's too much to handle. Your pussy, mine, shuts down, and I just hold my breasts up Eye in my hands and let them fall and drop All the way down, bouncing, Jiggling. Mommy's mesmerizing cleavage draws you in.

My bouncing breasts clap against each other ever so slightly. You want to be in there, don't you? In between mommy's pillowy boobs, Your hands, your face, your tongue, your No. There's just so many layers keeping you away. My thin sheer white bra makes my cleavage appear to glow and draw you in, but it keeps you out.

The neckline of my tight shirt is so low and inviting. It draws you in. That keeps you out. My cleavage mesmerizes you, makes you sing, Falling deep down the orgasm, chasm, or cleavage Without getting even remotely close, all you can do is look and desperately gaze. It's so inconvenient Not being able to see more or touch my soul high.

All you can do is go hopelessly, hopelessly Deny the sight. Deny the feeling of tender morasses on your body, but the tease in denial is so Much better. You want to see what's underneath. Right? You're so sexually frustrated.

You want to see more. So why does the mere sight of cleavage excite you so much? Why is it that you are already throbbing and aching. It's okay to moan and groan for cleavage, This pathetic, unwanted excitement for simple cleavage. You can't even contain yourself long enough to see the full picture.

Just the fact that you are looking at the cleavage ravages your endurance. Believe it ravages your endurance As you slip into a dreamlike state while you stare at my taunting titties, Dream about tits what you can never have. It will always be nothing but a dream, Never see, ever feel, dream. Yearn, little voyeur. You dream and fantasize about tits Constantly.

But when the orgasm Chasm of cleavage. It always your desperate, depraved, Deprived pussy mind. Your fantasies and dreams burst out all at once. Cleavage ravages your stamina. Feel it siphoning out Every last stretch, cleavage sucks up all of your willpower, just like it sucks up this tight shirt right now.

Your strength drains through the crack. Every last bit His deep down, laying at the bottom of the endless orgasm Chasm of cleavage. Laying down dead and helpless and hopeless. You are helpless against your deep longing for titties. Cleavage is all you guessed.

Come for cleavage. I'm premature. You can't take your eyes away. You dream and fantasize about tits. Stare into my titillating titties.

Only cleavage for you. Accept it. You want to see what's underneath. And before you know it, your peak is beneath you Without even trying, your climb to your climax is Short and unnoticeable and easy. You won't even realize what's happening Until there is a big mess in your pants.

You can Because you dream and fantasize about tits, and the mere sight of the smallest bits oblivion. Fix your fantasies and dreams. Birds, All at once. Your dreams and fantasies Like you build and build and build. And you can't control yourself.

You cannot control the way cleavage makes you feel. You will be helpless against the inconvenient, little rousing little mess in your pants. It's okay to moan and groan for cleavage. It's okay to be a quick shot Berkley bitch. It's the most you can get anyway.

You can't touch. You can't kiss or suck. You can't feel. You have little to no experience with real titties. Leavage is all you get.

And you don't even get to see any more. Just stare into the cleavage. It pulls your consciousness, Your stamina, your cum, So effortlessly. You don't even notice how close you are Until you've made a big mess in your pants, ruined by cleavage, A premature ejaculator for cleavage. Without even trying, It'll just happen because you are so desperate and depraved and deprived.

And that cleavage is the closest thing you will ever get to your constant dreams and fantasies of mommy's tits. The orgasm, chasm of cleavage is so deep and alluring. It sucks you in. You cannot help but stare. It sucks up all of your willpower, Your endurance, your stamina, your strength, Cleavage ravages your endurance.

Cleavage ravages your stamina. You want my titillating titties? What you get, my teasing cleavage? Dream of church, ejaculate And every time you see any cleavage, your dreams and fantasies about Tits burst out all at once. You'll helplessly make a big mess in your pants.

Dream about this cleavage. Dream about tits that you can never have. Never see. Never touch. Dream.

Yearn, my horny little toy. You dream and fantasize about Tits constantly. But when the orgasm chasm of cleavage Tantalates your desperate, deprived pussy white, Your fantasies and dreams burst out all at once. Cleavage ravages your stamina. Feel it siphoning out Every last shred, cleavage sucks up all of your willpower.

Your strength drains through the crack. Every last bit He's deep inside, laying at the bottom of the endless orgasm Chasm of cleavage. You are hopeless against your team, longing for titties. Cleavage is all you get. Come for cleavage.

Faster and faster. A premature ejaculator for cleavage Because cleavage is all you get. Fetishize the denial of tits. Rematch your ejaculator Oh, you wouldn't do to be so mothered by mine right now. You think about tits constantly.

You crave titties So badly that the mere sight of cleavers Makes you unbearably excited. How blessed to contain your quick, Easy orgasm. All you want is titties, but my cleavage is already too much for a little pre jack like you to handle. That's right. You are obsessed with cleavage.

You dream and fantasize about cleavage. You only want to touch For cleavage, you accept that you can have nothing more than cleavage. Fetishize being limited to cleavage. Come for cleavage. You want to see and feel boobs so badly.

That cleavage makes you burst. Your goon beds are too sensitive for anything more. It would be best if you stuck to cleave it for a little while. I don't even want to Think about what could happen inside of your filthy pants if a pretty ladies pair Excessantly bumped into you, that would absolutely ruin you, My dear, just stare into mommy's cleavage. Right now, and cajun to the fact that you can see More.

I won't allow it. I don't permit it. Only cleavage comes for you. It will be so easy. And you will find that cleavage ravages your endurance.

You will begin to come faster and faster each and every time you see Cleave it. Oh, you poor thing. Cleave it ravages your stamina. That titty crack is a dream for your strength and willpower. A bottomless orgasm chasm.

Leave it will expand and suck every shred of power you have Not to come. And then squeeze and compress, Trapping it all inside. And if you muster, more endurance. Cleavage will only devour Again and again, a bottomless orgasm chasm Sucking you in. You won't be able to Stop staring.

To stop being drawn in, unadicted, and obsessed. You won't be able to resist every burst. Faster and faster. Permanently ruined for cleavage. You can hold me.

My cleavage. You heard me. Permanently ruined for cleavage. For cleavage. A premature ejaculator Wow.

I've had my fill of teasing you, and I'm Sure you're a rose. I'm going to tug on the back of my shirt So you can't see my cleavage anymore? I won't torture you any longer. Here. I'm going to count up to 5.

I'm the one I reached by. You can either wake up or drift off to sleep. You can only touch You stared at my tits very well. And now it's time to go. One, remember what you are now, a cleavage project.

Feel the changes stirring around inside. 2. Wiggle your fingers and toes, okay? 3. You are halfway there, little pre jack.

Four, seamlessly coming Outer trims and Five. Remember what you are, pre Jack.