Passionate Whispers: breast torture

“breast torture” is pure summer heat. A sun-kissed girl lounges by an infinity pool in a barely-there bikini, phone balanced on a towel. She oils her skin until it gleams, then lets the straps fall. The drone of cicadas mixes with her soft moans as she rides her fingers under the relentless sun. When she comes, the splash she makes is the only sound for miles. “breast torture” feels like a vacation you’ll never forget.