They are your weakness. The key to your submission. Nothing drops you down into that subspace like a perfect, big set of tits. You can't look away from mine and I know it. That's why I wore this tiny little pink top. I know this cleavage is melting your brain down into nothing. Washing it clean and leaving nothing but my tits inside that head of yours. You'd do anything for them. They are the only thing that gets you hard. You're my happy, mindless little tit slave now.