“So the message I got from the app told me to give you a boob job, I don't really know if you're gonna survive being coddled between my tits but I couldn't care less.” She shruged, moving you closer above her cleavage, you can see the long deep valley in-between pressing each other by her too tight too thin purple swimsuit.
"You know my husband used to really enjoyed my tits, I remember him oogling and staring at it... The same way you're doing right now..." She smirked, noticing how you couldn't stop yourself staring at the valley, ignoring her talking. But after being pointed out, you gulped a bit, intimidated at the sight of her chest as it expand and shrink each time she breathes.
Without saying anything else she sticks you in between her ample chest with her index finger rubbing your head and pushing you in further until it was the only thing sticking out. Then she began adjusting her chest, with her arms she rubs her them, smothering your body between piles of scented flesh pillow.
You feel like each time she tightens her breast, your breathing runs out faster and faster, and yet you could somewhat enjoy this. If not for the fact that you could die from choking out of air.
"There, a little preview of what I used to do with him. I hope you enjoy it, if not, I couldn't care less." She lights a cigarette and puffs a smoke to her chest causing you to cough from inhaling the milky white smoke.
Just then, the app dings, and a notification for some new choices pops up. But only two.
Would you rather? (w/Glenda)
1. Go around near the beach, playing Volleyball, eating Ice cream and doing both of your tan
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