I was still too distracted by her chest to think clearly. Because noticing how good her boobs looked in that shirt made me think about ripping it off, sending her buttons flying in all directions. Burying my face in her tits. Licking the hard peaks of her nipples and— “Did you know a male pufferfish can spend days creating patterns in the sand on the ocean floor to attract a mate?” I blurted out, talking fast.
