Slowly, as if unsure, she lowers her arms until they dangle at her sides. My heart breaks into a thudding sprint, and my hand loosely covers my mouth, which has gone dry. I swallow hard with a rough, sandpaper tongue, and my breath ekes out of me in a long, low, and strained sigh. Her tits are huge. Huge. I don’t know how she can even walk without toppling over forward, but that’s not even the most attention-grabbing thing about them. Each of her large, dark nipples is clearly visible through the wet circles soaking through the thin fabric of her camisole. I now know what I want for my
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