Rebeca had, and never came out very well of them. But for some reason she just shook her head, going crimson at the thought of being taunted like when she was at high school and called Big-titted Becky.
He seemed to read her thoughts about her tits as he looked intentionally there and asked her to give him her scarf. She did, she obeyed, but she had a clear idea she wasn't going through with any games.
You have the biggest not operated tits I've ever seen, without being overweight. Well, he looked her down, you are not thin are you, very curvy, nice, I like that in a woman.
Rebeca couldn't bring herself to look anywhere but the floor. Her mind was still racing, he didn't want sex, so what sense did his comments make?
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