Miranda

'Well, well, well,' Tom sniggers. 'I've got the girl with the biggest tits here... Or so it seems. Miranda. Why don't you show us if they're real? Take your bra and top off.'

Miranda exclaims a mock-angry moan. 'You're doubting the validity of these?' she says, pointing at her breasts.

With a pout she pulls of her shirt, and unhooks her bra. She holds her hands on her breasts, holding back a reveal for tension. You feel your cock twitching inside your pants.

'You ready?' she says, looking at Tom with a wide, flirtatious grin that makes your heart sink.

He nods slowly.

Tom drops her hands, making the bra fall down her beautiful, round 36C tits. Your eyes widen at seeing the round, fair skinned mounds on your crush's chest, her pink areola's standing up straight, ready to be sucked.

You can't take your eyes of them, and imagine the other boys can't either. Miranda grabs them and massages them a little for our pleasure. 'Not fake right?'

'No... definitely not fake... My god...' Tom groans.

'Well... I'll grab the next one.'