Eyes closed while hands cup the tanlines on her tits

Home alone after hours in the sun, she slipped out of her tiny bikini the second the door closed. The fresh tanlines across her breasts felt like an invitation she couldn't ignore, her hands rising to cup the warm skin. With eyes gently closed, her fingertips traced the edges of the pale lines, thumbs brushing over stiffening nipples as a quiet moan escaped her parted lips. The intimate touch sent ripples of heat straight down her body, making her thighs clench without her even realizing.