Her Obsession
she affirmed, poking each of her bre*sts with her fingers, pressing into the squishy flesh.
"You know it is wrong, but my bre*sts are so big! It would feel so good to just squeeze them, right? Touch them, play with them, use them to your heart's content. No one would blame you. There is not a man alive that does not want to get his hands on these, but not as much as you do. You have wanted them from the first time you laid eyes on me. I have seen you looking. Watching them bounce when I walk. Eyeing my cleavage when you thought I was not looking, but I was. Every time we talked, you could not stop yourself from taking one, quick glimpse at my bre*sts, dying to one day see them bare."
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