*SNAP*
The fabric of Jessica’s dress found its place against her curves of her ample chest as she released the hem from her hands. The olive green ensemble complimented her brown skin. Her makeup added the finishing touch. Beautiful as those details were, they were easy to overlook. The fabric that had just audibly snapped into place was now straining against the star of the show: her round, full, pendulous, breasts.
Jessica knew she was blessed in this department. And she wasn’t modest, but this dress complimented her natural gifts so perfectly she was taken aback. She looked into her full-body mirror, entranced by her own boobs. Almost subconsciously, her hands made their way to the bottom of her breasts. Her long, gold acrylic nails dug into the fabric as she lifted her fleshy pair. She marveled at the weight of them, moving her hands up and down several times to jiggle her braless bust.
She reached for the top of the dress, lifted it from her skin and adjusted it, maximizing her cleavage. She placed the dress so it sat just barely above the crest of her areolas. Now in just the right position, the tight, stretchy dress was released from her grasp again.