He works my nipple between his knuckles and I groan, sounding annoyingly like the sluts behind me on his laptop. I don’t feel sexy anymore, I just feel… Anime Spreading luxuriously within me; a precious gift. His free hand moves to my breasts and I gasp, holding his pretty blue eyes. My own wide-open slant-eyes struggle to stare down over my nose back at me, my back arched exquisitely by his hair-pull, my pretty tits dangle lewdly — my rock-hard nipples just scraping the green felt of his blotter. I didn’t even see it coming. My swollen tits press against his denim-clad knees as I tilt my head, nuzzling into his hand in the way I know he wants — his obedient pet. Who are you to judge my own mind retorts.
