Underneath her red jacket is a white and yellow striped shirt that strains to hold back a pair of gigantic breasts. You have to remind yourself to breath as the things come into view. The fabric is almost sheer where her sweat has drenched it to her skin. You can almost see her dark areolas underneath the cloth. Christy’s eyes are on you as she breathes watching your reaction as her breasts threaten to burst out of her shirt. You swallow hard, trying not to seem obvious as Christy smiles, throwing her jacket over her shoulder as she walks back and sits down beside you.
“Any better?” you ask.
Christy moans softly in response, leaning back under the a/c. You watch her nipples become hard buds under the cold blast of air. When you look back up, you see Christy's wide smile as her dark eyes look you up and down. |