Goddess Alexandra Snow


We have something important to discuss. You see my red bra peeking through my blouse? I know you can’t focus on much else because you’re marriage has been completely annihilated by my tits. You can’t think about anything else except my amazing tits. They are so perfect. It’s gotten to the point where you can’t think about your wife when you’re with her, you think about my breasts. You think about them all the time, every time you go to masturbate.


You wish you could just stare at them all the time. You can’t wait for another glimpse of them. Just look at them. You don’t need your wife any more. Of course you’re too much of a coward to leave, but you still can’t stop yourself from being teased by me. Your cock is so hard right now. I know your wife doesn’t excite you like this. How desperately do you want them?


Just stare at my cleavage and get lost. You know you can’t resist. It took just one glimpse of my tits and you were hopelessly addicted. You can’t concentrate, you can’t think about anything else. I know when you have sex with your wife, if you still have sex with her, that you think about my tits in order to get hard.


I’m sure you’ve fucked up having sex with her many times because you just jerked off earlier to my tits. Admit it. Admit that my amazing tits have completely destroyed your marriage. Just look how perfect they are, look how weak and pathetic you are. You never stood a chance. Your wife could never compete with me. My powerful tits own your thoughts. You’re humbled by them.


I know you’re jerking in front of your computer screen knowing there’s no one you want to worship more than me. Your marriage is of no consequence, you don’t care any more. You care about me and my tits and how they’ve destroyed you, how they’ll continue to destroy you, how there’s no hope for you. I’ll bet your wife already knows. I know you’re over there frantically jerking off, I’ll bet she’s in the next room. You’re hoping she doesn’t hear. But I want you to say out loud, ‘Your tits own me, Goddess.’ Say it loud enough that she can hear you! Stupid boy. I hope she hears you. I hope she comes in and finds my tits on the screen and finds out what a loser you are.


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