Enjoying the view?

You can't pull your eyes away from that cleavage, soft and deep and framed by fabric that seems to exist only as a formality.

You feel something tighten in your chest — and lower — as your gaze traces the curve of each breast pressing gently together, warm skin catching the light just enough to make your mouth go dry.

You already know you'll come back to this photo more than once, scrolling past it and returning, telling yourself you're just looking, knowing full well that's never been true.