Breasts are beautiful, no matter their form. They come in all sizes. Small, pert and perky. A large over flowing handful of voluptuousness. High and up thrust to the sky. Long and drooping towards the ground. Beauty in all shapes.
The slope below a slender neck rises into a round fullness. All sensuous curves and wondrous texture. Such round and heavy beauty with a dark peak. Soft to touch and sensitive to the fingertips. Soft sighs elicited from soft touches. Eyes closed to all but sensation.
Breasts, they serve such a vital part of life. And still hold a fascination for all through all ages. These orbs of sustenance. These spheres of love. These globes of captivation. Weapons of visual distraction for men and women alike. So obviously and beautifully begging for you to touch.
Yet, as inaccessible as the stars in the sky. Unless you happen to have a pair in easy reach.
Beauty, it is everywhere. All one needs to do is to open your eyes and let them roam.
Beauty, it is everywhere. All one needs to do is to open your eyes and let them roam.
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