He didn’t move away.

Adrian’s chest stayed pressed to my back, the thick ridge of his cock hard against the curve of my ass. His hands returned to my breasts almost immediately, cupping them from underneath again, lifting the heavy weight of them like he was testing how much they filled his palms.

“Still so soft,” he muttered near my ear. “I can feel how full they are even through this blouse.”

He squeezed slowly, deeply, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. The pressure pushed my breasts up and together. When he released them, they settled back with a soft, heavy bounce against his hands. He did it again —...