"I guess so.." you reply, blushing furiously in embarrassment.
"So you like my rack then?" she asks, cupping her own tits through her blouse. Your cock twitches at the sight of her hands wrapped around her ample breasts.
"Yes."
"You enjoy playing with them in the shop before?"
"Yes."
"I'll tell you what," she says, pausing and licking her lips, "Once I get this over with and clear my name I'll let you fuck my tits. How does that sound?"
"Great," you manage to breath nervously in reply. Truth be told you'd rather stuff your cock between her pouty lips (not that you'd object to a tit fuck of course), and you don't intend on waiting 'till her name is cleared.
Anna takes your hand a draws it down to her right breast. You cup and squeeze the ample orb of willing flesh.
"Let's hit the sack," she says, removing your hand a moment laster after letting you have a short feel, "We've got a busy day ahead and we want our minds clear."
"You take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor," you offer, switching off your computer.
"Thanks," she replies.
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