Chạm nhẹ nhàng (không nói chuyện)

In the soft light of the room, I slowly run my fingertips over my skin, starting at my collarbone and gradually working my way down. Each touch is light, almost weightless, as if I were drawing invisible patterns. The warmth of my hands warms my chest, and I feel how every cell of my body responds to this gentle touch. I gently cup my breasts with my palms, feeling their firmness and softness at the same time. Every movement gives me pleasure and gives me a feeling of deep peace and tranquility.