She arches her back and presses those full, heavy breasts together, watching you with half-lidded eyes that already know what they want from you.

The warm, soft weight of her chest closes around you, and every slow stroke draws a quiet sound from her throat — something between patience and urgency.

When the moment finally breaks, she tilts her hips up and pulls you deeper, keeping you there while the heat spreads through her, fingers curling into the sheets, lips parted around a satisfied exhale.