I hope these are suckable enough for you

Her chest fills the frame completely, two heavy breasts spilling forward like they're reaching for you specifically. The skin catches the light in a way that makes your mouth water before your brain catches up.

You find yourself leaning closer to the screen, studying the soft weight of them, the way gravity pulls each curve into something almost architectural. Your tongue remembers what it wants before you give it permission.

She already knows the answer to her question. So do you. Your lips part slightly, breath gone shallow, hands suddenly restless with nowhere useful to put themselves.