Those juicy tits should be in your mouth ?

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that make your hands move before your brain catches up.

You feel the pull low in your stomach, something urgent and specific, aimed directly at the soft weight pressing forward, demanding attention. You want your mouth there — warm, slow, deliberate. You want to feel the give of soft flesh against your lips and stay exactly there until your jaw aches.

You already know how this ends. You reach forward in your mind a dozen times before your body moves. You want everything at once and nowhere else to be.