Did you stop scrolling

You stopped scrolling the moment those big tits filled your screen, and now your thumb just hovers there, useless.

You take in the weight of them, the way the light catches the curve underneath, and something low in your body pulls tight. You want to look away just to prove you can, but you already know you won't.

You keep coming back to the same spot, that soft press of flesh demanding your attention like it was designed specifically to wreck your focus. You feel it — that particular hunger that has nowhere useful to go.