Cindy swiped lipstick across her mouth while Laura and Jess squeezed into their tops. “Look at these bad boys,” Laura said, cupping her own cleavage and giving it a little jiggle. Jess laughed and mashed hers together until the buttons on her shirt strained. Cindy glanced down at her own chest, sighed, and tugged the front of her dress like she could stretch it into something fuller. The compliments flew—“tiny boobs are cute,” “you’re a handful of perfection,” “all the grip without the backache”—but every kind word just made her feel smaller. Finally Laura tossed the compact aside. “Screw pep talks. Pants off. We’re showing you exactly how much trouble a pair of little perky tits can get into.” They tumbled onto the bed in a warm tangle. Laura’s mouth sealed over Cindy’s left nipple, Jess’s tongue tracing the right, each suck sending soft shocks straight between Cindy’s thighs. Fingers trailed down her ribs, then dipped lower, sliding in and out while the friends traded kisses across the gentle slope of her chest. Every time Cindy started to doubt, one of them would hum against her skin until she forgot what doubt even felt like. When they finally pulled back, flushed and grinning, Cindy pushed Laura onto her back and straddled her waist. She cupped both heavy breasts, weighing them, then leaned in to lick a slow circle around a stiff nipple. Jess moved in from the side, feeding her other breast to Cindy’s eager mouth. Soft groans filled the room as Cindy sucked and nipped, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh until the other two writhed beneath her. She switched between them, tongue flicking, teeth grazing, until both Laura and Jess had their hands tangled in her hair, breathing her name like they might float away. When they finally collapsed in a sweaty pile, Cindy lay in the middle, cheeks flushed, grin wide, no longer tugging at her dress.
Cindy swiped lipstick across her mouth while Laura and Jess squeezed into their tops. “Look at these bad boys,” Laura said, cupping her own cleavage and giving it a little jiggle. Jess laughed and mashed hers together until the buttons on her shirt strained. Cindy glanced down at her own chest, sighed, and tugged the front of her dress like she could stretch it into something fuller. The compliments flew—“tiny boobs are cute,” “you’re a handful of perfection,” “all the grip without the backache”—but every kind word just made her feel smaller. Finally Laura tossed the compact aside. “Screw pep talks. Pants off. We’re showing you exactly how much trouble a pair of little perky tits can get into.” They tumbled onto the bed in a warm tangle. Laura’s mouth sealed over Cindy’s left nipple, Jess’s tongue tracing the right, each suck sending soft shocks straight between Cindy’s thighs. Fingers trailed down her ribs, then dipped lower, sliding in and out while the friends traded kisses across the gentle slope of her chest. Every time Cindy started to doubt, one of them would hum against her skin until she forgot what doubt even felt like. When they finally pulled back, flushed and grinning, Cindy pushed Laura onto her back and straddled her waist. She cupped both heavy breasts, weighing them, then leaned in to lick a slow circle around a stiff nipple. Jess moved in from the side, feeding her other breast to Cindy’s eager mouth. Soft groans filled the room as Cindy sucked and nipped, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh until the other two writhed beneath her. She switched between them, tongue flicking, teeth grazing, until both Laura and Jess had their hands tangled in her hair, breathing her name like they might float away. When they finally collapsed in a sweaty pile, Cindy lay in the middle, cheeks flushed, grin wide, no longer tugging at her dress.
