Back again to zone out... to let it all go... to allow my breasts and my nails to overcome all other thoughts. I control you with my beauty. I ensnare you, using your weakness for gorgeous, powerful women. I know how much you love my breasts. I know how weak they make you. Even better when I run my long nails over them... perfectly formed talons moving along silky skin. You are mine. I own you. I control you. Give in to the spellbinding, erotic influence of my flawless nails and tits.