Scarlett undid a few buttons, and her collar fell open, showing off her big breasts that immediately dropped and started bouncing around.
Her breasts weren't sagging due to any health issues; they were just so big that her body couldn't fully support them, with a crazy bounce and elasticity that mesmerized me.
I swallowed hard, my hand shaking as I touched her soft, delicate breasts.
Just as my fingers were about to close around them, Scarlett let out this sweet, seductive sound.
"Scarlett, your breasts are so soft, so beautiful," I couldn't help but say.
Her nipples were just as impressive, a soft pink against her pale skin, looking incredibly tempting.
Those pink nipples were especially alluring, almost mouth-watering.
I'd seen Sophia and Grace's breasts before, but they didn't compare to Scarlett's.
Sophia's breasts were small and cute, but her nipples had a bit of a brownish tint, probably from breastfeeding her daughter. It didn't look very youthful.
While I respect the whole nurturing thing, as a young guy, I wasn't into it.
I didn't like Sophia's brownish nipples and didn't even want to suck on them.
Grace's breasts, while not as brown, had some sagging.
Whenever I squeezed them, they felt like they were slipping through my fingers, which wasn't great.
But Scarlett's breasts were perfect for me. They were big, firm, and every squeeze felt substantial. Biting and sucking on them was pure pleasure.
Holding Scarlett's breasts felt like playing with a water balloon, and it was amazing.
"Be gentler, it hurts a bit," Scarlett said softly, tugging at my clothes.
"Okay," I replied, my voice rough.
It was weird, listening to someone like this. Usually, I'd push further if a woman asked me to stop.
Maybe Grace was right, and I really did like Scarlett.
At that moment, Scarlett's nipples were hard, and her cheeks were flushed, looking like she was about to climax.
I couldn't resist lowering my head to suck on her nipple, rubbing it between my teeth and making a grinding sound.
Scarlett held my head, her body leaning against the door frame, her toes curling and nails turning white from the pleasure.
"Be gentle with the biting... it feels like it's going to bleed. Ouch!"
Her pleading voice made my heart skip a beat, and I loosened my bite, easing up. She sighed in relief, breathing heavily.
"Just keep sucking... yeah, like that... hard!"
Scarlett was really getting into it now, pushing her chest forward, practically shoving her whole breast into my mouth. It was like she wanted me to take in every bit of it.
My mouth was already full, but she kept pushing, and the extra parts were pressing against my face, covering my nose and eyes.
Everything went dark, and all I could smell was the sweet, milky scent of her breasts.
"Scarlett... I can't see."
I squeezed her other breast with my left hand, wrapped my right arm around her waist, and kept sucking. Her breast felt like it was swelling, getting even bigger than when I first touched it.
Scarlett held my head, "Keep sucking... do the left one too."
"Alright, anything for you," I said, squeezing her breast to push her nipple forward, then I started sucking on her left breast.
"Wow... your mouth feels amazing... it feels so good!"
Since meeting Scarlett, this was the best she'd ever been at flirting with me. Her cooperation and moaning were top-notch.
I was a bit confused. Why was Scarlett acting so different today?
It felt like she was trying really hard to please me, almost like she was scared of losing me, which seemed odd.
But wasn't she Ryan's wife? Why would she be afraid of losing me? I was perfectly healthy, not going anywhere.
And why would she feel insecure? Shouldn't she get that from Ryan, not me?
Why was she showing insecurity in front of me?
I let go of her breast and hugged her waist, my thumbs slipping into her clothes, rubbing the dimples on her lower back.
"Why are you putting in so much effort tonight, like you're trying to please me?" I asked.
Scarlett blinked, her eyes watery as she looked at me, "Don't you like it?"
Of course, I liked it; I wished Scarlett could be like this every day.
But it didn't feel real, not like the Scarlett I knew.
This proactive Scarlett reminded me of Sophia and Grace, who ditched their families to satisfy their desires.
Women like that reminded me of my messed-up family background.
I ended up in an orphanage because my parents abandoned me for their own love lives.
Even my foster parents didn't focus on family; they just kept us for appearances while they found lovers outside.
So, I didn't like women like Sophia and Grace.
I didn't want Scarlett to become like them; she just needed to be herself.
"But this isn't the real you."
"Would you dislike me if I were like this?" Scarlett asked, looking at me.
"I wouldn't dislike you, but I wouldn't like it either," I replied honestly. "Can you tell me why you're acting this way?"