Her tits look pretty cute...

As I ceased stroking her, I admired her face. Drool leaking down her chin under the gag, her freckled cheeks blushing and eyes full of tears. My eyes trace down to her breasts. Her shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a bra-less pair of b-cup breasts. While I normally did not care about breasts (being more of an ass-girl myself), I could not help but stare. They were like two small peaches, decorated with two almond-colored quarters.

My hands wandered, caressing her mounds. They were malleable. Probably the most elastic and malleable breasts she has ever touched. It was like squeezing two water-balloons made of clouds from Heaven. It was a wonder they even held a shape, as they melted in my hands almost to the touch.

"How do they hold themselves together?" I asked out-loud.

I heard drops fall into the toilet, my caresses and squeezing eliciting arousal in the stall-girl to the point where juice leaked from her pussy in droves. Feeling cheeky, I popped one of her nipples into my mouth as I started to suck. She cried out harder from beneath her gag as I sucked harder, one of my hands reached down to caress her waiting cunt.