You start with left one or right one?

You're face to face with a pair of big tits so full and symmetrical that the choice feels genuinely impossible. You reach out, fingers hovering, caught between left and right like every decision you've ever second-guessed.

You notice the weight of them, the soft give of skin under your gaze before you've even touched anything. You feel your pulse shift somewhere low and certain.

You already know whichever one you choose first, you'll spend the rest of the night making it up to the other. You're in no rush. You have all the time you need to be thorough.