A woman with breasts as large and round as ripe melons lays on her bed, her oiled skin glistening in the soft light of the room. She runs her hands over her curves, tracing the lines of her body, taking her time to feel every inch of her sensuous form. With each touch, her breath quickens. She moans softly, lost in the ecstasy of her own touch. Her fingers trail down between her thighs, exploring the slick wetness that gathers there. Her hips buck against her hand as she teases herself, drawing out the pleasure with a slow, tantalizing touch. Everything around her fades away as she gives herself over to the rising tide of her desire.