His Handful
It's no secret how perfect My tits are, but over the years you've grown extremely fond of them. Sometimes you catch yourself daydreaming just a bit too deeply about them. Letting yourself pretend to be him in your mind. It must fuck with you when you have to settle back into reality and again face the fact that you will never be him. you will never have what he has. Ignorance is bliss though honestly. It's saving you from total ruination. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy pushing you over the edge just a little. Like, what if I brought my man in, sat on his lap and let him grab My tits while I giggle at how badly you wish that were you?
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