It seemed so innocent at first.
She was checking her tits out in the mirror. And why not? Look at them. If you saw these staring back at you when you stepped out the shower, you’d take a long look, too.
You’d start to touch, too. To bounce, gently, and then firmly. Up and down.
A warm feeling would start to crawl across your brain. As you look. As you stare.
Bouncing. Staring. Up and down.
A silly smile starts to crawl across your face.
Warm. Bouncing. Staring. Up and down.
Feels nice to keep staring. Keep bouncing. Warm. Empty. Horny. Up and down.
Up and down.