Top Secret

And you're fascinated by it.

Horrified and fascinated until all you want to do is hold it under a magnifying glass and see how it burns. All you want to do is start pulling it limb by limb to see if you can get to the bottom of why it would need so many.

And then I want to hold you there. I want to toy with you, bringing you right to the edge of passing out before bringing you back. I want to watch your skin grow pale, your cheeks red, as your eyes get dull and hazy beneath my hands.

Don't gasp, baby. I need you tough right now. You can do this for me, right?

You don't?

They're the socks that hug your thighs and give you that little bulge of- nevermind.

Oh no. My tits are so heavy and...*sighs* swollen with milk.

"Cut!"

(Off camera arguing) Is this really what people want to hear? Who wrote this? It doesn't even make any- Fine. I'm doing it. Fine.

"We're rolling again."

My tits are soooo...large. Too big for my hands. And my nipples. They are so sensitive and...leaky. If only someone would come and- and-.... milk me. Milk me and my large, juicy, round-

Hm?

Except... its not coming off. Wait, is this the Maybelline Lash Sensational Waterproof Mascara?