The bras hanging off the doorknobs of my closet were a nice touch too, I thought, knowing there was no way to miss the giant bra cups. And that was where his gaze went straight for. I’d swear on my life that his eyes moved down to my boobs for a second. And I’d swear on my life too that his Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked at them. They’d always been big, and had only gotten bigger with Mo, even if she’d decided a couple months ago that she was too good for breast milk. Was this kinky bastard…. “Are you staring at my boobs?” His gaze flicked back up, eyes wide. “No,” he spat out before
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