Beach bottle tease turns my tits to needy peaks

The sun's beating down on this deserted beach, and I've been simmering all day in these tiny denim shorts, my skin sticky with sweat. I peel off my top, letting my heavy tits bounce free, nipples hardening in the breeze. Grabbing the cold water bottle I brought, I press it against one aching breast, the chill making me gasp as droplets trail down my curves. God, I need this—my fingers dig in deeper, squeezing hard because no one's around to touch me, but I own this heat building between my thighs. I lean back on the warm sand, eyes fluttering shut, rolling the bottle over my other tit until it's dripping wet and throbbing. My breath hitches, needy whimpers escaping as I pinch and tug, imagining hands that aren't mine. Fuck, this solo tease has me soaking through my shorts already, begging for release right here where the waves crash.