No fucking way she’s trying to avoid being seen with me. Reaching out, I catch her upper arm and quickly jump in front of her. She doesn’t expect it, and she takes a step the exact moment my feet plant, bringing her right against me. All fucking on me and yeah, there’s some major miracles under this fucked-up rag she wears. I wonder if they’re real? They’re on the firmer side, full, but still offer that natural squish against my body, like I could grab ‘em good and hard and she’d like it. Would she like it?
