Boob smoob

Jasmyne's breasts are natural and massive, impossible to ignore. She wears a tiny top that barely contains them, and the moment she steps closer the urge takes over. Hands slide beneath the thin fabric, lifting their weight, squeezing to feel their give. Every finger sinks in, testing their softness. Minutes stretch out. The palms learn their roundness by touch, pressing and releasing, feeling them settle again and again. The sensation stays constant, heavy and full, impossible to tire of.