My breasts were never made for you to play around with
They are mine to squeeze and judge whether the shape or color was worthy in front of a mirror
I’m the only one who twists and twirls the nipples of a hateful creature
I envy your arousal when you see me bare
I never reach the peak that you seek from my own chest
Dip your fingers in to feel my chest
Rip them off I don’t need them to dress
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Author:
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