I shifted my stance, my right arm sliding firmly under her armpit to provide better support as we shuffled toward the elevator. In the process, my palm pressed directly against her right breast. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming; she was incredibly lush, possessing a rare combination of firm elasticity and velvet softness. I couldn’t help but wonder about the man in her life—the husband or boyfriend who likely fell asleep every night with that weight in his hands. A surge of envy, sharp and bitter, flickered through my mind. Driven by a desperate, lonely hunger, I allowed my fingers to shift upward, exerting a gentle but deliberate pressure.
"Mmm..." she let out a soft, hazy moan.
My heart nearly hammered its way out of my ribs. I froze, my grip loosening instantly as adrenali
