Chapter Fifty-Two

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

Before I could think twice, my hands leapt from against the bed, jumping forward, palms open, until they made contact with the flesh Lisa Warden's enormous bre*sts. At first, my touch was tentative, running my fingers and palms lightly over the smooth, succulent flesh. The expression on her face was uncharacteristically warm and patient, letting me take my time to appreciate this momentous occasion.

"Feel my big bre*sts, baby," she urged me, encouraging me.

I let my hands slide all over the enormous boobs, trying to feel every square inch of soft breast between my fingers, this act causing a deep, unfettered moan to escape from deep in her throat. I let my hands slide along the artful curves of her round bre*sts till my hands were cupping her massive jugs, bouncing them lightly, feeling their heavy weight in my palms. I was transfixed by Lisa's huge bre*sts, in a way I had never been before. My singular focus in this