I woke up from my two-hour nap feeling refreshed. But what I didn’t expect was the hand that was wrapped around my waist and the face pressed against my chest. Yes, that would be my breasts.
“Riff?” I whispered. I shook him a bit.
“Hmm… sleeping.” Riff tightened his hold on me. I pursed my lips as he pressed his face more on to my breasts. Jet lag is real. As much as we try to avoid it, it still bothers us one way or another.
I don’t know how we came to be in this position. But he must have thought my breasts are pillows. I’m not really that gifted, but I’m on the average 36C. I looked down and saw that my n*****s have already hardened. I had discarded my bra earlier. Riff’s closeness is not helping either. I am suddenly aroused. I try to even out my breathing to control my r
