I know you would leap at the opportunity to worship every inch of my perfect goddess body, but you haven't earned the right yet. So instead, you get the gift of worshiping my exquisite tits as smoke leaves my luscious lips, teasing you with the fantasy of actually having permission to touch me. The only catch is you get complete silence. You aren't allowed the pleasure of hearing my perfects tits get caressed and massaged or hearing me tell you about how much my tits entrance & beguile you.