The pleasure of having my large breasts fondled

It was a steamy afternoon when I, a voluptuous Latina with ample bosom, decided to indulge in some self-pleasure. My hands eagerly explored my curves, tracing the contours of my ample breasts, each one a firm, luscious mound of pleasure. The sensation was intoxicating, the soft skin of my breasts against my own hands sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I reveled in the sensation, each stroke of my fingers sending shivers of delight down my spine. As I continued my self-indulgence, my nipples hardened, aching for the touch of a skilled lover. I imagined the gentle caress of a lover's hands, the softness of their touch against my skin, each stroke sending waves of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. But alas, I was alone, my only companion my own skilled hands, each stroke a testament to the pleasure that awaited me.