It’s no secret how perfect my tits are, and over the years, you’ve grown extremely fond of them. Sometimes you catch yourself daydreaming a bit too deeply about them, letting yourself imagine being him. It must mess with your head when you have to snap back to reality and face the fact that you will never be him. You will never have what he has. Ignorance is bliss, though. It’s saving you from total ruination.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy pushing you over the edge just a little. Like, what if I brought my man in, sat on his lap, and let him grab my tits while I giggle at how badly you wish that were you?
