Just leave, please.”
“Ehm, excuse me.” My friend raised a finger. The internet doesn’t have swooping bells that large and perfect, jiggling like water balloons just from their owner talking. Whether it’s tight gym clothes or a loose sundress, our male gaze inevitably gravitates toward the shape of her huge braless melons, but I swear, her bright wide smile is her most captivating feature. I was battling Steph but my head wasn’t really in the game. “They have the internet, Stephy. Steph had gone upstairs but I doubt there was a room in the house shielded from her mother’s very vocal lust. I couldn’t believe she drank it all or that she enjoyed it enough to suck and lick what was left in her mouth for one true final swallow. She was always looking back at me, locking her hazel eyes to mine even if I sometimes stared at her squished boobies instead. She put down the laundry basket and walked over to our half-circle of couches.
