I would never refuse to show you my tits

You already know those big tits are exactly what pulled you here, and now you can't look away.

You feel something tighten in your chest — and lower — as your eyes trace every curve, every soft weight, every inch of skin offered without hesitation.

You weren't asked to beg, weren't made to wonder — what you wanted was simply placed in front of you, warm and real and closer than you expected. You can almost feel the heat radiating off that body, and you realize this is exactly the kind of generosity that ruins you.