moans in pleasure

Chapter by Sung'manitu

You begin massaging and kneading Djamila's massive breasts, being careful to do so gently. In response, Djamila begins moaning softly. obviously enjoying the attention.

"You must be really enjoying this," you remark, not really expecting a reply.

So it's understandable that you freeze up when Djamila answers, "I really am."

Djamila makes a mew of disappointment when you stop massaging her breasts. You resume kneading her breasts, doing so gently, which she greatly enjoys.

You then begin asking her questions.

It seems that although Djamila is compelled to either do, or allow you to do, whatever you mentally compel her to do, it doesn't affect her emotional reactions to your orders. As it happens, you discover Djamila has had a crush on you for the longest time! She is a virgin, and you kneading her breasts is the first time anyone has ever had any physical contact with her. She has been curious about things, however. The fact that she has a crush on you, that you're being gentle with her and you mentally compelled her to let you feel her up is allowing Djamila to enjoy your ministrations to her breasts guilt free.

A dusky blush comes to Djamila's cheeks when you ask her bra size and she answers "32F."

You're enjoying playing with Djamila's breasts, but other than their softness, you really can't tell much else about them underneath all the layer of clothing Djamila wears. You ask her when her next class is, and she answers...

1. in thirty minutes
2. that she has self-study for the rest of the day