guess my height based on my rack (i bet you’ll guess wrong)
You scroll past and stop cold — those big tits demand it, pulling your attention like gravity you didn't see coming.
You find yourself doing the math wrong every time, eyes moving from the curve of that chest upward, recalibrating, losing count.
You want to be wrong. You want to guess short, guess tall, guess anything just to keep looking a little longer at what's in front of you, that soft weight and confidence filling the frame completely.
