Ain's smile widened, his row of white teeth shining as if hit by the sun.
"You're the best," said Ain, not doing anything, giving Zannie room to freely express herself, whatever she wanted to act like was up to her. She is free.
"Oh, I'm curious. Do you like black?" Ain asked.
"Um." Zannie opened her bra, the cold air caressed the surface of an skin. An increasing level of sensitivity and Zannie's nipples immediately hardened.
Ain whistled seductively so that Zannie had to take a breath or she would go berserk that's second.
Don't know where it came from, Ain seemed something, like thinking. His hands demonstrated as if measuring an object, it seemed ambiguous and obscene to do it right in front of Zannie's boobs. Anyone would feel disturbed, including Zannie.
"As far as I remember your boobs weren't this big. Have they gotten bigger?" The innocent and guiltless face hurts the eyes. Zannie is fed up.
