I love boobs, love everything about them. I love the shape they make underneath your top, round and tempting; the way the cleavage plunges down, the way your nipples poke through.
I love the way a bra frames them so beautifully, the way they bounce and jiggle as you move; the way the cups slide off so seductively and slowly.
I love how they feel, my big palms cupping them. So soft and smooth; so firm and squeezable. I love to grab, caress, stroke, and squeeze them; and I love the look on your face as I do.
I love to trail my fingertips around the smooth skin, teasing around, between, under… just barely touching your nipple fleetingly. I love how hard they get as my fingers gently pinch and start to twist and roll. Mmmm, and those little gasps… fuck!
I love the look in your eyes, biting your lip, chest heaving deliciously as I bring my lips closer and closer; expecting… and yet my kisses still tease all over your skin around and between; your nipples aching for more.