Ding!
Chelsea's breasts bounced free, barely restrained by her tight white bra.
The cups instantly struggled to contain her size—so full, so heavy, the straps digging into her shoulders under the weight.
The bra was not designed for sudden exposure like this; the fabric strained so hard it looked like it might snap.
Lea stared in pure disbelief. "What are you doing?! That's… that's way too far!"
"As you can see, Lea," Chelsea said, cheeks flushed but eyes determined, "he's not going to come with just our hands. He needs more stimulation. Something stronger. Something he can't ignore."
Her fingers moved behind her back, curling around the clasp of her bra.
"No, Chelsea—wait!"
Too late—she was already preparing to unhook it.
Chelsea smirked slightly. "I don't believe for a second that he won't come with this."
She started to pull—
But Lea lunged forward and grabbed her wrist.
"Stop." Lea's voice was trembling, but her grip was firm. "No. Let me do it instead."
