Just my tiny titties, you almost can't see them

You almost miss them at first — petite and barely there, just two soft suggestions of curves against pale skin.

You find yourself leaning closer to the screen, drawn in by exactly what isn't there, by the delicate flatness that makes your eyes trace every inch slower than they should.

You want to press your lips right where the curve begins, feel the warmth of skin stretched tight over ribs, let your hands span a waist so narrow your fingers would nearly touch.