C172 Can you touch it

Chen Jiumei stuck out her chest and tried her best to make it bigger, as if she was afraid that I would say it was small.

Just as I finished my wine, my body was already hot and dry. In the end, Chen Jiumei even wanted me to look at her chest as an impulse came into my body.

I stared at her breasts, the leather bulging as if it were about to burst. It wasn't small. I said innocently