Hannah's face burned crimson, but her eyes darkened with determination. "I'll grow bigger," she declared, her voice trembling but fierce. "You have to help me."
Her fingers tangled in my shirt, pulling me closer as she whispered, "I read somewhere… if a girl's boyfriend sucks and plays with her tits enough, they'll grow." Her breath was hot against my neck, her words dripping with need. "So if I stay small… It's your fault."
I groaned, my cock twitching at the thought. "Is that so?" I murmured, my hand slipping under her shirt, my fingers finding her bare skin. "Then I guess I'll just have to play with them more often, won't I?"
Hannah let out a needy whimper as my fingers closed around her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger with deliberate slowness. "Y-Yes…" she gasped, her body arching into my touch.
