They have only just begun their battle of breasts, and yet Erica’s nipples have already begun to bend – to break beneath those of her rival. And though she fights on, not yet willing to concede to a woman she had dreamed of
Worst of all, Jenna, her conqueror, is no less aware, and to show it grins from ear to ear. Each of them communicating through locked eyes; Erica despair and frustration, and Jenna confidence and glee. Messages that come among the tiniest of whimpers, and most breathless of moans.