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In the hushed atmosphere, she stands, her colossal, natural breasts straining against her top. She begins, her breathing soft yet audible, as she delicately applies cream, tracing a path from her cleavage to her nipples. The cool liquid against her warm skin sends shivers down her spine, her breath hitching as she gently squeezes the cream onto her nipples, letting it drip down her curves. The room fills with the sound of her breathing, the rustle of her clothing, and the soft, wet sounds of her cream-covered breasts.