Your eyes fix on them immediately — two stiff peaks crowning full, heavy breasts that demand more than just a glance. The weight of them shifts with every breath she takes, skin warm and smooth under the light.

You already know what your hands would do first. Cup them from beneath, feel that softness yield against your palms while your thumbs brush slow circles inward, closer, until she exhales sharp through her teeth.

Then your mouth. Tongue flat against one nipple, then the tip of it, teasing pressure building until she's arching forward, asking for exactly what you've already decided to give.