I stood in the soft glow of the bathroom light the scent of warm vanilla drifting up as I smoothed the lotion between my palms Slowly deliberately I traced the curves of my breasts letting the silky cream glide over my skin leaving a dewy sheen in its wake The warmth of my hands melted the lotion into every contour and I lingered savoring the tender sensation of skin-on-skin each movement deliberate unhurried and drenched in quiet indulgence Unlock to watch me lotion and massage my breasts