The cold hits her skin the moment the fabric drops, and her nipples pull tight — two stiff peaks rising from full, heavy breasts that demand your complete attention.

You watch the goosebumps travel across that soft curve, the flesh responding to every degree of chill, her chest rising slowly with each careful breath she takes while you stare.

Round, dense, impossibly smooth — her breasts hang with their own satisfying weight, nipples hard enough to press against your palm if you'd only reach forward and cup what's right in front of you.