Rest between them and spray

You find yourself fixated on those big tits, full and heavy, impossible to look away from as they press together in a soft, yielding invitation.

You feel the warmth radiating from the skin between them, that narrow valley where you want to bury your face and lose every coherent thought you've ever had.

You imagine the weight of them against your chest, your hands barely enough to hold what's offered, your breath coming shorter as the fantasy of resting there — then releasing — pulls tight and urgent through your entire body.