Chapter 539 The Fast Food Worker: 2

• She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders, exposing her light-blue, half-bra which was, indeed, straining under its load. She put her fingers under each of the bra cups and pulled it up and over her tits. She turned toward me and thrust out her chest.
• "My god!" I thought. Was there anything more perfect? They must have been C-cup and were perfectly positioned on her chest. No sag. Large, brown areolas. Dime-sized nipples that were beginning to firm up and pointing straight at me. A slight smile crossed her lips. I was almost too mesmerized to act, but not quite. I reached out with both hands and began to maul her tits and rub, pinch, and squeeze her nipples. I could feel her push against my hands and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
• I pulled her nipples hard. Another moan. However, the clock was running.