Kiss my tits
You find yourself drawn to the most cute, disarming smile you've ever seen — and then your gaze drops, helplessly, to the full curves pressing against fabric that barely does its job.
You want to close the distance between your mouth and that warm skin, feeling the weight and softness yield under your lips. You can almost taste it — the heat radiating off each curve, the faint shiver your breath would cause.
You know exactly what's being offered here, and every nerve in your body is answering that invitation with an urgency you couldn't talk yourself out of if you tried.
