I do love me some.
I’ve written about how large breasts, and in particular those filled with silicone, or saline, or whatever, don’t particularly excite me. But I don’t know that I’ve ever written explicitly about how hot tiny lumps of breast-y flesh are to me.
I love to see bras, in person, in porn, primarily because they obscure, delay. But the truth is, bra-lessness, particularly on a modestly endowed woman, is even hotter to me. I love to see the slight curve against a t-shirt, the nipple standing out, protruding from a minimal breast. I love the sensation of my hand fully covering a breast, leaving none to spill out the side, over the edge, to lower my mouth not just on the nipple, but on the breast itself.