Fresh from shower my tits beg for your hands

Just stepped out of the shower, towel barely clinging to my hips, when I caught my own reflection and felt that familiar heat rush through me. I tilt my head, biting my lip as I cup my heavy breasts, nipples already stiff under my fingers. God, I need you right now. I turn slowly for you, letting the towel slip lower, my freckled back and dripping skin on full display while I look back with that needy little smile. I own how wet this makes me, how badly I ache for your hands to replace mine.