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Lucy Wilde

She was absolutely, positively massive, all the moreso knowing that she’d been by her own admittance, as flat as a two-by-four a couple of days ago. They hung on her chest with a sense of (admittedly, arousing) wrongness when you knew they couldn’t possibly be there. But they were. She shrugged off her bra, letting your mouth go dry as you caught the sight of her gorgeous, full nipples for a few seconds before her hands came up to cover them. They were stupendous.

“Sure, I could explain,” she said, side-eyeing you. “Or you could touch ‘em. Which do you want?” Your fingers sank almost immediately into confusing, rewarding softness. You don’t think you’ve ever had another time you’ve been so happy to have your questions go unanswered.