Squeezing Those Melons: A Big-Breasted Orgy

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The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet hospital lounge, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of pages from a discarded magazine. Tara’s breath hitched as her gaze met Dorothy’s, a silent, profound understanding passing between them in the hushed stillness. She reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed a stray lock of hair from Dorothy’s cheek, the simple touch sending a jolt of warmth through her entire being. Dorothy leaned into the caress, her eyes fluttering closed as a soft sigh escaped her lips, her own hand rising to cradle Tara’s. They moved closer, their foreheads gently touching, sharing the same air, a sacred space of anticipation. The crisp white of their uniforms seemed to glow in the fading light, a stark contrast to the tender intimacy unfolding between them. A single, perfect tear traced a path down Dorothy’s face, not of sorrow, but of overwhelming emotion, which Tara gently caught with her thumb. Their lips finally met in a whisper-soft kiss, a slow, exploring promise that spoke of deep affection and yearning. The world outside the window ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in a cocoon of shared vulnerability and rising passion. In that suspended moment, every gentle press of lips and every tender sigh felt like a silent vow, a beautiful, unspoken language of the heart.