I could see the camaraderie between them, the bond of a team that had grown up together on and off the court. Seeing Christian and his friends brought back memories—of high school dances, late-night parties, and the thrill of being noticed by boys who tried to impress you. But now, under the weight of Mike’s gaze, I became acutely aware of how the soft fabric clung to my chest, every curve pressed against it with unmistakable clarity. His hands immediately found my full, round breasts, squeezing and kneading them. “Let’s continue this in the privacy of my bedroom,” I said softly, my voice carrying a mix of authority and invitation. Hayes,” I said, correcting him with a light smile, my hands resting on his chest feeling the thump of his heart beat. His eyes devoured my full, round breasts as they spilled free. His breath brushed my lips, the anticipation building for a heartbeat, before he leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was at once gentle and fervent, warm and electric.
