Slide between them

You can't look away from those big tits, full and heavy, pressed together like an invitation you didn't expect to receive today.

You feel the pull low in your gut, that specific hunger that sharpens your focus and slows everything else down to nothing.

You imagine the weight of them in your hands, the warmth, the way your fingers would sink in just enough — and you realize your breath has already changed, gone shallow and quick, without you deciding to let that happen.