Translations:Codex: BXBI: I/18/en

Chris was sweating. He should be enjoying this. He was going to regret enjoying this. He was going to regret not enjoying this more. Tess’s chest pushed at her shirt, making the fabric shift in short spurts. The videos always made it look smooth, but in real life, without a spandex shirt, the fabric slipped and stopped and wiggled, then stretched and slipped again. What was the same was the weight, the way that her chest tugged her shirt down, pulling the neckline with it. The size, too, how her breasts seemed to occupy more of the width of her chest, how gap of her cleavage shrank bit by bit.