Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
Dan chuckled, but his gaze dipped—inevitably—to her chest.
The sight never failed to captivate him. Her skin was smooth, a rich, warm brown that glowed under the golden rays of the setting sun. Her breasts—full, round, and straining against the too-tight emerald one-piece—rose and fell with each breath, the thin material leaving nothing to the imagination. A fine sheen of sweat glistened over them, highlighting every curve. When she laughed, they jiggled just enough to make his throat go dry.
"Are you looking at my boobs again, Dan?" Brenda asked, one perfectly arched brow lifting in amusement.