What will you call my boobs if we started dating ?

You find yourself face to face with a pair of big tits that demand your full attention, soft and heavy and completely impossible to ignore.

You feel the pull before your brain catches up, something warm and urgent settling low in your stomach as your eyes trace every curve.

You already know what you'd call them — yours, if only for the night — and the thought alone makes your hands restless, your mouth dry, your pulse loud in your ears.