Round.

You can't look away from those big tits, full and round in a way that makes your hands feel suddenly, urgently empty.

You notice the weight of them, the soft curve where flesh gives way to more flesh, a geometry your eyes trace slowly and without apology.

You feel something tighten low in your body, a pull that's almost gravitational, as though your desire has its own physics and this body is the only law it follows.