I swallow and work on my buttons, lust pricking every inch of my skin. My fingers shiver but Zach helps me. He covers them with his hand before undoing the buttons for me. He groans lustfully when my breasts come into view, cupped by a simple blue cotton bra. “Jesus. I think this time you killed me.” I chuckle. “Then how are you still talking?” Zach’s bent over me, his abs flexing and curling, like in worship, rubbing his open mouth, his nose, his entire face in my cleavage. Making me feel… beautiful and pretty and not overly large and heavy.
