Apr 29, 2021
3 min read
From My Small boobs To Your Big boobs
I envy you.
Ours had always been a love-hate relationship.
I could never make up my mind whether to envy you more than I pity you; I felt something along those lines.
As we both hit the shower after yoga, I stare at you more than usual (your boobs in particular). Xavier had told me yesterday that he prefers girls with fuller equipment; that’s what he called them. It was a no-contest that he…
