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It started off as just another evening and little did I know how intense it would become.
I’d chosen to wear a satin shirt that day. It was one of those shirts with a knot at the front, revealing just enough cleavage to make me feel both sensual and classy. It wrapped around my body, shining softly under the pub’s dim lights, enhancing my breasts’ shape and size, making them the centerpiece of my ensemble.
When I walked into the pub, I noticed him immediately. He was seated at the bar, sipping on a drink, his eyes scanning the room. The moment our eyes met, there was an undeniable spark, a pull that I couldn’t resist.
He was tall, with chiseled features, and wore a predatory expression that made me both nervous and excited. After a brief introduction and the usual pleasantries, he leaned in closer, his voice deep and husky, “You know, I have a thing for breasts,” he confessed, looking down at my chest with appreciation.
The atmosphere between us was charged with an intensity that was hard to describe. There was a raw, primal energy in the air, and both of us could feel it.
Seated in a corner booth, the world around us faded away as our conversation became more intimate. Every so often, he’d throw glances at my chest, as if trying to see beneath the soft fabric of my satin…
