Rose loved titties so much. She harbored no hatred or animosity towards men. She wasn't even a lesbian, being bisexual at the very most. But still, despite her preference for men, she had nothing but love and adoration for boobs. Maybe it stemmed from her own breasts? Rose herself was pretty well endowed, sporting F cup breasts. Rose had always had a highly active sex life since she was 19, 7 whole years ago, and she had every intention to keep up that pace for as long as she could. She knew that she was a master at using her tits in JUST the right way to get into people's pants, so she credits her love of tits to this.
She always thought it sucked how half the world just doesn't have tits. And more people still had really small tits, or some women have ugly boobs or boobs that were TOO big, actually taking away from their sex appeal.
"If only the whole world could have tits as good as mine," she'd bemoan most mornings while checking herself out in the mirror...
Today, while walking to the store, Rose spotted a glimmer on the ground. She bent over to check it out, letting her tits lift off her chest due to her skipping a bra for today. She smiled from her boobs moving this way. She picked up the source of the glimmer, a gold ring. It didn't seem to have anything to denote its owner, which seemed odd to her. She decided to wear it for now, just in case she stumbled onto the ring's owner, that way she could just pull it right off and return it.
"Maybe this ring belongs to someone who appreciates tits as much as I do..." she mused. Rose didn't seem to notice the fact that the ring contorted itself to fit perfectly on her finger...