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My mind wandered to you. I imagined your hands instead of mine, your strong grip kneading my ample breasts, your lips brushing against my neck as you whispered how much you adored me. The thought made my breath hitch, and I bit my lip, my hands moving more deliberately now, teasing my nipples until they hardened under my touch. I loved how you couldn’t resist my curves, how you worshipped my body with such passion.
My soapy hands slid lower, but my focus remained on my breasts, the weight of them in my palms a constant reminder of my femininity and the desire I stirred in you. I smiled to myself, feeling a mix of pride and longing. For now, this moment was mine—a private indulgence that left me craving the next time I feel your hands on my body.