Asher's POV;

I rushed into the room when I heard Chelsea scream. I thought she was in danger, but when I got in, the danger seemed to have vanished.

My eyes looked down at the beauties on her chest. Fleshy, plump, round molds of flesh stared seductively at me from inside the lace cups they were in, and I couldn't look away.

"I... I saw a squirrel. "I hear her speak, but I can't find it in me to look away from her chest.

She then suddenly pulls the flaps of the shirt over each other, completely Shielding her breasts from my gaze, and I understand that she's caught me...