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My roommate's tits are a sight to behold, and as I enter her room uninvited, I can't help but let my eyes linger on them. They're big, natural, and perfect, straining against her t-shirt as she sleeps. I can't control myself, creeping closer to touch them, to feel their weight in my hands. I trace the outline of her nipples through the fabric, watching them harden, before I can't take it anymore and slip my hand under her shirt, skin on skin, caressing her soft, warm flesh, feeling her breath hitch as she begins to wake, but I don't stop, I can't, not yet.