I see you there on your knees, slave...lurking, waiting. Hoping. Praying that my titties will slip out and you will finally have your moment of glory. I laugh. You dream an awful lot - especially about my large, perfect breasts - an ample bosom that which drives your very life, and keeps you going...keeps you dreaming...keeps you hoping...keeps you begging...keeps you salivating for just a taste, just a peep, at Enchantress's beloved breasts. You obsess over them - you can't get your mind off of them. They plague your every waking thought, as well as every dream and night terror that plays... Show more