Breach
Leaning toward him, the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, exposing the top of her breasts as she reached to point at some arbitrary word on a summons her client had received.
In my peripheral, I watched him try to avoid looking down her shirt, not wanting to give her any opening, alluding to his disinterest. However, he was a man with breasts being flashed at him. It wasn’t like he could resist their call for long. Even from my angle I could see right down her shirt, and her ample assets were straining against the hot pink lace of her bra. Of course he was staring at her tits. They were like a fucking neon sign, drawing people in. Who could resist that? Even I was having a difficult