Someone told me my boobs are gross

You scroll past and stop dead — those big tits demand your full attention, defying anyone stupid enough to call them anything but stunning.

You feel the pull immediately, that specific hunger that starts behind your sternum and drops lower without asking permission. You want to cup their weight in both hands, feel the give of soft skin against your palms.

You already know whoever said otherwise was lying to themselves. You can't look away, and you don't want to. You'd spend hours learning every curve, every inch, every response your mouth could draw out.