I have the best titties in my class and nobody knows

You can't stop staring at the pale skin stretched over those perfect, heavy breasts — the kind that make every other thought dissolve instantly.

You feel something tighten in your chest, then lower, as your eyes trace the soft weight of them, the way they sit with that natural, unposed confidence that no filter could manufacture.

You already know this is the image you'll return to, the one that ruins your concentration, the one that makes you grateful someone decided the world deserved to see what a classroom has been hiding.