Quiet now, pet. No more talking. It’s raining outside. Come closer. Quiet. Just listen. Listen to the storm rage. The thunder crack… Come. Closer. Quiet now. Just you and Me. No talking… Just the sounds of the storm… My beautiful, hypnotic breasts… and you, sinking into your chair, relaxing… So relaxed. This is special, isn’t it? Letting your mind wander as your eyes follow the smooth, predictable motion… You want this. You love this. Come to Me.

**non-vocal sensual breast worship**

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