My Soft, Round Tits Are Begging for Attention

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her eyes lock onto yours, half-closed, lips parted, as she strokes those soft, round tits with her long pink nails. You can't look away, your hand reaching out without thinking.

Her fair skin glows in the natural light, the white lace lingerie a tease as it partially covers her torso. She cups her breasts, holds them up for you, her pierced nose glinting. Her touch is so slow, deliberate, making your pulse race. You're hard now, your breath catching as she presses her breasts together.

She sticks out her tongue briefly, then returns to her pose, never breaking eye contact. Her movements are all for you, emphasizing the size and shape of her breasts. You're on edge now, your hand moving of its own accord. How long will you last? She holds her breasts steady, still looking at you, and you know you have to see more.