Becoming missy - Chapter 18

Jack fumbled over his words as he like, tried to make some sort of small conversation. I didn't care. I simply stared deep into his warm and rich brown eyes, my blonde hair like, cascading over my shoulders. I twisted my hair around my fingers as I watched Jack’s gaze lower to my bouncing cleavage, his eyes drinking in the sight of my perky nipples straining against the shiny latex fabric.

I smiled, my lipstick-covered lips glossy and inviting. My platinum blonde eyebrows like, arched playfully as I smirked, my large doe-eyes sparkling with excitement. My cleavage heaved with each labored breath, my like, firm and squeezable breasts practically begging Jack to pounce. I leaned forward, letting him get a better view, watching intently as his throat bobbed, his mouth slightly agape.

I could feel his eyes on me, lingering as they traced the curves of my like, gigantic, firm, and exciting breasts. I knew what he was like, envisioning in his mind, running his hands over my full and round tits. I could see the hunger and lust in his eyes, and I knew in that moment that Jack would be the perfect man to take back to my place and like, pleasure me all night long.