miu_meowww
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- Joined
- May 12, 2016
The waitress leaves and we're alone again. I look down at him wryly and arch my brow as I push him back into the corner and squash back into him. "No no no..." I scold, "no changing the topic on me..." My tits are once again right in front of his face it's like a wall of boob I'm sure haha.
"Why don't you want to go out with me again?" I whisper, "don't you think I'm pretty?" At that I move my hand closer to his crotch and squeeze his thigh again. He groans something that sounds like an answer to me, and I push onward.
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice how you were checking out my tits last time?" I ask, "do you like how big they're getting?" I'm massaging his upper thigh now, kneading it. He seems thinner, more fragile than I remember and that gets my heart fluttering. The poor thing is struggling so, trying to look anywhere but at my boobs.
"It's okay," I whisper, "You can look if you want to..."
My one hand leaves his chest and slides up to his cheek, the side of his head...
"Why don't you want to go out with me again?" I whisper, "don't you think I'm pretty?" At that I move my hand closer to his crotch and squeeze his thigh again. He groans something that sounds like an answer to me, and I push onward.
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice how you were checking out my tits last time?" I ask, "do you like how big they're getting?" I'm massaging his upper thigh now, kneading it. He seems thinner, more fragile than I remember and that gets my heart fluttering. The poor thing is struggling so, trying to look anywhere but at my boobs.
"It's okay," I whisper, "You can look if you want to..."
My one hand leaves his chest and slides up to his cheek, the side of his head...