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It was just the two of us at home, and I decided to push the boundaries a little more. I put on a thin, tight t-shirt with nothing underneath, my nipples visibly poking through the fabric. I could feel the cool air against my skin, making them even harder, and I couldn’t resist giving them a little squeeze as I passed by the mirror, letting my hands linger just enough to enjoy the feeling.
I walked into the living room, acting casual, pretending to go about my regular stuff. I noticed him sitting on the couch, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his gaze lock onto my chest. His stare was intense, his mouth slightly parted, and I felt a rush of heat knowing I had his full attention.
I bent down to pick up something from the floor, making sure he got a perfect view of my curves. When I straightened up and saw him still staring, I smirked. “Is this better than Nikki?” I asked teasingly, referring to his girlfriend.
He hesitated, his face flushing slightly, before muttering, “I don’t know.” His voice was low, almost nervous, but then his hand reached out, brushing against my chest. “You’re… soft,” he added, his fingers grazing my nipple through the thin fabric.
I bit my lip, remembering how desperately he used to suck Nikki’s breasts when I watched them. The memory sent a jolt of arousal through me, and before I could think twice, I said, “Then suck them.” I pulled up my t-shirt, baring my breasts to him, my nipples hard and aching for attention.