Chapter 3
“you should judge our boobs next.”
the words hang in the air like smoke and every single one of us feels it. the girls all freeze for half a second then explode into giggles and squeals, clapping and bouncing on their toes. my c**k surges so hard in my sweats it actually hurts, the thick head pushing against the fabric like it’s trying to rip free. i can’t speak. my mouth is dry as sand.
ella, the curvy black girl with the confident smirk, steps forward first, hands already on the hem of her thin white crop top. “come on judge,” she teases, voice low and smooth, “let’s see if you can be fair.” she peels it up slow, inch by inch, until her massive heavy boobs spill out free. holy f**k. they’re huge, dark and full, swaying heavy with every breath she takes. her n*****s are t
