She stood before a massive, unframed canvas she’d been prepping for a mixed-media piece. Alex watched from the worn leather couch, a cup of coffee forgotten and cold.
Tanya Virago, a confident and charismatic artist known for her edgy photography. Her partner, Alex.
Alex stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Tanya…” LoveHerBoobs 24 09 03 Tanya Virago Say Wow Out ...
Tanya’s downtown loft, late afternoon. Golden light slants through the large industrial windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air.
Alex’s breath hitched.
The tank top rode up. Not much, just a sliver of the smooth, warm skin of her lower back. But the real effect was higher. The movement pulled the thin cotton taut across her chest, outlining the full, heavy curves of her breasts with sudden, breathtaking clarity.
“Say it,” she commanded softly, finally lowering one arm to brush the back of her fingers against Alex’s cheek. “I want to hear you say it out loud.” She stood before a massive, unframed canvas she’d
Alex’s hand, trembling slightly, came up to rest on her hip, then slid up the curve of her ribs, just below the edge of the tank top. The fabric was impossibly soft. The skin beneath was softer.