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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.

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.

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. LoveHerBoobs 24 09 03 Tanya Virago Say Wow Out ...

“Well?” she whispered, her eyes still on the reflection. “Does this angle work?”

Tanya’s downtown loft, late afternoon. Golden light slants through the large industrial windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She stood before a massive, unframed canvas she’d

“I can’t decide on the focal point for the next series,” she murmured, half to herself. She stretched, a slow, cat-like extension of her arms above her head.

“Come here,” Tanya said, her voice a low hum. The fabric was impossibly soft

Tanya caught the reflection in the dark glass of a framed print across the room. A slow, knowing smile touched her lips. She didn't lower her arms. Instead, she twisted slightly, as if examining a phantom light source, giving Alex an unobstructed profile.