Just Feeling Myself Slowly

I start off just tracing my fingers over my chest, taking my time, feeling every soft curve. My breath gets a little heavier as I tease my small tits, pinching lightly, letting the warmth spread through me. There’s something so intimate about touching myself like this, no rush, just pure connection. I love watching how my body reacts, how my nipples harden under my touch, how my skin tingles with every movement. It’s slow, sensual, and real—just me exploring what feels good, lost in the moment and craving a little more each second.