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?