Brain off. Tits out.
(Source sought.)
Jennifer stared straight ahead with a vacant smile, the pupils of her eyes throbbing and pulsing in time to the music only she could hear. She was perfectly comfortable. Perfectly content. Show off her tits? No problem. Perfect obedience was easy with no thought…. What else would you like?
Fuck, this one doesn’t just have my name but my hair, eye, and skin color… I’m not sure which I want more, tits like that or headphones/music like that.
(Who am I kidding, it’s both.)