Back to the food court?

You tap, I ding, we stand and step down through the darkened theater, movie moving along as we ignore it. We step out into the light, blinking, and I grin, stepping heavier and heavier as we move. A gentle tug down and you realize exactly what I'm getting at as my breasts peak in their momentum up and down, my cleavage deepening with every step.

Suddenly, my breasts pop free, all in one motion, nipples and all slipping right over the generous top of my shirt as I keep plodding along heavily as if nothing as happened at all, my bared tits bouncing freely right past the wide-eyed ticket collector as we step out of the theater.

I grin at you, swiftly slipping my top back over my tits as we cross out into the food court proper.