Chuck manages to flick the last buttons of your blouse open; he tugs the sheer white blouse off your shoulder and down your arms. The coolness of the room sweeps around your chest. His had ventures to your back and he begins fumbling with the clasp on your bra. He is as awkward as the boys in high school as they tried to undo your bra on dates. After what seems like and eternity the clasps fall free. He tugs the red material down and off.
Chuck squeezes your large breasts as he says "You must really be the top producer here. You carry a lot of weight in the front department." He flicks his fingers over your now fully erect nipples as he moans peacefully.
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