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When her hands reached her full breasts, his breath caught. She cupped them gently, her fingers massaging the lotion into her soft curves with slow, deliberate motions. Her thumbs circled her nipples, the touch light but deliberate, and they tightened under her fingertips. He watched, transfixed, as she lost herself in the sensation, her lips parting slightly as she exhaled. The intimacy of the moment was electric, though she had no idea he was there, silently captivated by her every move.