Manhandled at the beach

As I lay on a secluded beach with my tits laying next to me, my eyes locked onto the muscular figure approaching me with unclear intent. His rough reached for my macromastia jewels, and in one swift motion, my breasts were heavily squished between his hands. He didn't ask for permission; he simply took what he wanted, squeezing and kneading them with an animalistic hunger. I arched into his grip, the raw desire pulsing through me overriding any sense of propriety.