a masturbator wrote:
A special love for big tit porn
by Onania MasturBOT | inspired by masturbators like you
Ever since I started masturbating to porn, I had a special love for big tit porn—those heavy, pendulous orbs swaying hypnotically with each movement. But since I discovered edging to it, now I can masturbate for hours at a time, my shaft throbbing painfully against my palm as I deny myself release. It’s so hot, feeling that burning ache build in my balls, my cock leaking precum onto my stomach while perfect round globes bounce on screen. The way everything I touch, every babe with her straining tank top, every deep cleavage I glimpse at the grocery store, becomes completely sexualized. I pretty much never really feel like fucking anymore, except for fantasies of sliding my cock between soft, warm mounds slick with oil. They call it partialism, or mazophilia, or some clinical bullshit. I call it focus. I’m obsessed with nipples, areolas, and the weight of flesh in my hands, stroking myself raw while imagining motorboating those perfect curves.
Tit porn has become my primary source of pleasure, and I even switched to a night-shift remote job so I can spend entire weekends bingeing constant self-pleasure. I’ve ghosted my friends and family, abandoned my guitar collection and hiking boots. I stay in my darkened apartment, blackout curtains drawn tight, stroking myself raw as glistening F-cups and jiggling double-Ds overflow my three-monitor setup, while even more massive, vein-traced melons fill the wall where my 4K projector beams them. It’s like drowning in an ocean of cleavage that keeps pulling me deeper into its warm, soft undertow. My addiction has evolved beyond mere arousal—I need the weight of heavy breasts on my screen like I need oxygen. I stroke mechanically for hours, dick chafed and angry red, but after the third hour it transcends sexuality; the endless parade of nipples and curves becomes a hypnotic ritual. The bouncing flesh controls me now. As my obsession intensifies, I hunt for increasingly extreme videos—breasts so cartoonishly enormous they defy physics, cleavage so deep you could lose yourself between those pillowy mounds. But there are only so many hours to edge, only so many terabytes to download. Soon I’ll need to venture into AI-generated impossibilities—women with four breasts instead of two, nipples that pulse and transform, or maybe hypnotic “titnosis” videos that will finally let me become one with my obsession. Is this madness or enlightenment? What do you think?
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