As you watched Megan pushing her breasts back into their cups, you realise that a single glimpse of those magnificent globes wasn't enough.
Megan adjusted her bust again as she looked at the ladder, hearing the fateful ping as she did.
She was almost too scared to look down. The straps that held her breasts in place felt loose, her breasts far more free than normal.
"Fuck!" She gasped as she reached behind her back. The clasp on her bra has snapped completely, the cups now only loosely hanging over her breasts.
From your point of view, every time she moved, a little more of her bust was revealed, the straps slipping slightly, no longer held in place.
Megan's hands suddenly leapt upwards to hold them in place. How was this happening? In just a few minutes she'd lost her shirt, T-shirt and now her bra was damaged too?
Thoughts of her T-shirt drew her eyes to the ladder once more. It was still up there, and at least if she retrieved it she'd have some cover, but could she really climb up there with her bra like this?
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