Even though her precious pair differed in size left to right, it didn't affect their beauty; they were still incredibly full, upright, and tender.
"Gulp..."
I swallowed hard, my hand trembling as I reached out to touch these beautiful treasures.
"Wait... the door, it's not closed yet."
She whispered, her face flushed with redness.
Only then did I realize, and quickly went to lock the door.
"Aren't you afraid I might do something to you?"
Once back, I wiped my hands with a towel, and looked at her with a mischievous smile.
"Not afraid." She stubbornly shook her head, with those two full cherries bouncing along.
"Even though you're a pervert, aren't all men like that?"
"At the very least, you can hold the line. Last time when I was drunk, you didn't take advantage of me, showing you have some conscience left."
"And last time... you, you also held back, it was me who asked you to keep going down."
"But I'm not that kind of woman, don't get the wrong impression."
