Zach puts his hand on the center of my chest, right in the middle of my heaving breasts. He splays his palm, touching both of them at the same time. “Jesus. The number of times I’ve jerked off imagining your tits. I can’t even tell you.” He circles my left nipple with his thumb, shrinking it into a hard pebble. He loves playing with them; I know that. He loves waking them up, worrying them with his fingers, sucking them with his mouth. His hand moves down and without my volition, my spine arches. He reaches my stomach and digs his thumb into my belly button. Somehow, he’s pressing into that
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