Listen to Zoe

She might be trying to trick you, but she's still the one holding some clothes hostage from you. You best do what she says.

Your sunscreen-slick hands slide along the sides of Zoe's breasts. Compressed beneath her, they swell outward from under her. With her swimsuit pulled down to her waist, you have easy access. But you're about to have it easier.

Your jaw drops as Zoe turns onto her back, her large, pillowy breasts settling atop her chest like two gelatin molds. She gazes up at you, biting her lip and her eyes half-lidded, a shy blush to her face. That look in her eyes... She wants you to.

You swallow hard. You move to kneel over Zoe's abdomen and, taking a deep breath, place your hands on her breasts.

Your fingers sink into the soft, deep flesh. You didn't get a good enough look, but now that you have them in your palms, you notice something... Her nipples are inverted? That's actually kind of cute...

Your hands rub sunscreen into her breasts carefully, trying to cover them without going to second base. Of course, despite trying to maintain the mentality of non-sexuality, you still can't help but note that you're playing with some very soft, large boobs for the first time. Your face is burning red at the sheer shamelessness of this. But when you hear Zoe loudly moan, you look at her face reflexively.

The weirdo is panting and her face is as red as your's. She looks ****, looking up at you with pleading and adoring eyes. Her eyes glance downward and widen. When you follow them, you see what she's spotted, your own eyes widening in shock and shame.

You're gone to a full-blown erection. Question is... are you a grower or a shower?