"Hmm, I might need to see them to make that distinction."

You look at her beautifully busty chest. And how she is still well-rounded, despite being so muscular. She is fucking perfect in your mind. You bite your lips. "Well, that's a little hard to tell when they're still covered up."

Rory chuckles slightly. "Clever boy." She moves up her hands and removes her sports bra, so you can see her breasts in all their glory.

Full, round, perky and fucking perfect, Rory's breasts might be the best you've ever seen. Your mouth opens, and you can't stop staring.

Rory giggles. "Well, it seems like pretty boy likes what he sees. I'll take that as a compliment. But I already knew that. You've been mesmerized with me ever since I saved your pretty little neck. I was just counting the hours until you manned up and came and saw me. Thankfully, you were pretty manly. Came for me as soon as you could, didn't you?" She reaches up and touches your cheek again. Her touch was soft and caring. "It's kind of sweet that you sought me out to check up on me, you know."