I dare you to bite it

You already know those big tits are the first thing that pulls your attention straight in, full and heavy and impossible to ignore.

You feel the dare before you even read the words — something in the tilt of the body, the way the chest is offered forward like a challenge with no safe answer.

You could look away, but you won't. You trace the curve with your eyes first, then let your imagination do the rest, teeth grazing soft skin, the sharp intake of breath that follows, the mark left behind proving you accepted.