I Like Tits

I like tits.
I mean, I really like tits.
All tits.

Firm pert little tits that always point to heaven.
Big soft bouncy tits that sway gently beneath a wool sweater.
And tits that perfectly fill the palm of your hand.

Tits with hard little brown nipples.
Tits with big pink rubbery nipples.
And all the myriad shapes and hues between.

Tits that feel all warm and squishy.
Tits that swing around pendulously.
And tits that stand up proud and free.

Tits confined within the restrictive cups of a Warner bra.
Tits playing peek-a-boo from behind a lacy camisole.
But best of all, free range tits running wild and untethered.

I like tits.