Cuddle with my boobs while Netflix and chill

You already know those big tits are the only thing worth watching tonight.

You sink into the couch, close enough to feel warmth radiating off soft skin, the kind of warmth that makes you forget what was even playing on the screen. You want your face buried there, your hands full, your breathing slower than it's been all week.

You stay exactly where you are, fingers tracing the curve of something impossibly soft, the remote forgotten on the floor, the episode unwatched, the night suddenly having a much better purpose than anything streaming could offer you.