

Sometimes I just watch my breasts move in the mirror—heavy, supple, as if created to drive men crazy.Today was just such a morning... I hadn't planned anything, but the fabric of my shirt couldn't take it, so I decided — let it be as it is 😈Every movement — trembles. Every touch — makes me breathe deeper.You'd like to be there at that moment, wouldn't you? To watch, to touch, to restrain yourself... or the opposite.I took everything off. Just as it was. No filter. No pretension.Just me and my breasts, which you won't be able to forget. 💋 Hungry yet?