Pendulum Pump
Watch it swing… back and forth… slower… heavier…the heaviness of my breasts weighs on your mind, like my words.
Your eyes follow my pendulum while my body does the rest of the work—rising, falling, pulling your attention deeper with every breath. My chest moves in perfect rhythm, close enough to fill your vision, close enough to make thinking feel optional.
There’s nothing for you to do but stare, relax, and let the motion sink in. Each swing pulls you deeper under my foot. Each bounce draws you closer. The world narrows to curves, movement, and the delicious pull of your surrender.
My breasts entice you, for them you pump and pump hard, under my illusion that you are unable to break free from. The metronome ticks on by as you sink deeper into my world. As you near on to your pinnacle I count you down.
Don’t fight it. Just keep watching.
The pendulum always wins. I ALWAYS win....
Your eyes follow my pendulum while my body does the rest of the work—rising, falling, pulling your attention deeper with every breath. My chest moves in perfect rhythm, close enough to fill your vision, close enough to make thinking feel optional.
There’s nothing for you to do but stare, relax, and let the motion sink in. Each swing pulls you deeper under my foot. Each bounce draws you closer. The world narrows to curves, movement, and the delicious pull of your surrender.
My breasts entice you, for them you pump and pump hard, under my illusion that you are unable to break free from. The metronome ticks on by as you sink deeper into my world. As you near on to your pinnacle I count you down.
Don’t fight it. Just keep watching.
The pendulum always wins. I ALWAYS win....
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