The autumn wind made the leaves of the trees sway.
"I've never had a boyfriend," she said shyly. I was captivated by her profile, which still held a lingering innocence.
Wakaba, 21 years old, a college student.
She skipped her lectures to come see me today. She's never had a single boyfriend.
However, she mentioned she's had sex a few times with men she met at her part-time job or while drinking.
"Men often tell me they want a titjob."
Her G-cup breasts are so large they're obvious even through her clothes.
Any man would want one.
"I won't say something like that," I said gently, and she gave a small, relieved smile.
But I did want it. I wanted my cock wrapped in them.
We moved from the cafe to a hotel, entering a dim room lit only by indirect lighting.
I kissed her gently and rubbed her breasts over her clothes.
Red lingerie stood out against her fair skin.
When I stripped it away, those G-cup breasts spread out before my eyes.
At that moment, my emotions exploded.
"Actually, would it be okay if you gave me a titjob?"
Despite my vulgar request, she nodded without a hint of displeasure.
That carefree smile only made me feel more miserable.
But I didn't care if I was miserable.
My cock was wrapped in Wakaba's soft breasts.
In those breasts that were like light.
I don't remember what happened after that.
I only remember those breasts swaying.
