STOP! My hand moved up to her blouse and cupped her left breast. She closed her eyes and didn’t reply so I moved my hand back under her left breast and squeezed it VERY tightly and asked again: “WHAT FUCKING SIZE????”
The sudden shock and pain of having her breast squeezed made her gasp out: “36… 36 inches… C cup…” Our lunch and dinner together really made me lust for you. I pushed her shoulders aganist the wall her head was turned to the side. I had both hands on her breasts, weighing and squeezing them. Finally, I was spent once more, pulling myself from her. Finally I stopped, collapsing my weight onto her, pushing her deep into the mattress, my breath coming in short , sharp gasps, taking in as much oxygen as I could, my body drained from the orgasm I had unleashed on myself.
