You should get to know me
You notice the big tits first — full, heavy, demanding your attention before anything else has a chance to register.
You let your eyes travel slowly, taking inventory of every curve like you have all the time in the world, because suddenly you do.
You feel something shift in your chest, then lower, a pull that has nothing polite about it. You want to know exactly what that body feels like pressed against yours, warm and certain. You already know this is someone worth knowing very, very well.
