I'm good watching.

You decide it'll be quite nice to watch... or it won't. You aren't even sure what you want any more. But nonetheless, you give your answer.

"You can work out. I don't mind."

"Awesome!" she says as she drops down quickly to bounce on her squishy work out ball.

You wish you could resist, but your eyes follow every bouncing movement of her chest as she moves up and down, over and over, on the ball. Her legs are also slender and smooth, and definitely exposed.

"I have an idea," Kimi shouts. "Count for me. I always lose track... but just do your best. I'm relying on you here, John."

You nod. She bounces up and down. One. Again. Two. Again. Three.

You watch in awe at her perfect movements, but try to concentrate enough to maintain your counting. You feel the front of your pants tighten as your cock reacts. To keep counting, you have to watch, but almost immediately, she gives you a hard erection. You readjust your pants and count more.

Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.

More bouncing in that tight little top.

Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen.

You groan, struggling to contain your increasing arousal. You curse how much you adore breasts, especially ones as perfect as hers. Just how many is she going to do?

Twenty-five, twenty-six...