what do you think should be between them??

You already know exactly what belongs between those curves — your eyes, your hands, your complete and undivided attention, drawn straight to that cleavage like gravity has rewritten its own rules.

You feel the pull before your mind catches up, something instinctive and urgent firing through your chest and lower.

You want to press your lips there, feel the warmth radiating against your mouth, lose yourself in that soft pressure while your hands trace every inch surrounding it — and you know, without question, that nothing else exists in this moment but exactly that.