Peachy tits

She cups her heavy tits like ripe fruit. They sit full and soft in her palms, warm to the touch. She lifts them, feeling their weight, then lets them fall with a gentle bounce. Her fingers sink into that plush flesh and squeeze. She pinches each nipple, rolling them slowly until they tighten into stiff peaks. The motion draws little sparks straight down her belly, and she spreads her thighs wider. Alone in the quiet room, she keeps working her breasts—squeezing, kneading, teasing herself—chasing the pulse that grows between her legs.